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Tuesday – Lake House Epic
Sep. 29th, 2009 03:35 pm.
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Last week as I was preparing to leave to visit my father's lake house for a few days, someone told me they hoped I would "have a blast." I smiled politely and thanked them, because I knew they meant well. The truth is, that it is physically impossible to "have a blast" with my side of the family. I can have a blast with my husband's family easy enough: they are mostly of Scotch-Irish decent and like to drink, so boisterous merriment comes easy to them. My father, however, is a cranky old Swede. The best you can possibly hope to have in his company is "a nice time."
We had a nice time, for the most part, despite the weather and a few other things.
( Off to a rough start )
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Last week as I was preparing to leave to visit my father's lake house for a few days, someone told me they hoped I would "have a blast." I smiled politely and thanked them, because I knew they meant well. The truth is, that it is physically impossible to "have a blast" with my side of the family. I can have a blast with my husband's family easy enough: they are mostly of Scotch-Irish decent and like to drink, so boisterous merriment comes easy to them. My father, however, is a cranky old Swede. The best you can possibly hope to have in his company is "a nice time."
We had a nice time, for the most part, despite the weather and a few other things.
( Off to a rough start )
