hoodies

Miriam has 4 bothers and two sisters.

They are an interesting bunch. Productive good people. But individuals at the same time.

Her younger brother (her three older brothers had a different mother) comes over for a visit each month.

He, like his father, like to emphasize how dumb he is. Well, he is not. He had some learning issues in school, but that does not make him dumb.

Ask him about a baseball player and his memory is incredible. Miriam remembers the old days quite well, but she is coming up with details I have not heard before, and I have known her about 58 years!

She is sure that she and her paternal grandmother share a birthdate. I don’t remember that being part of the family myth. She is sure that her mother “was five feet tall and weighed a hundred pounds.”

Well, her mom was not tall, but 5 2 or 3 is closer to what the rest of us remember and probably 120 anyway.

But her younger brother came to visit today. He brought two pair of men’s denim pants that were faded enough that he won’t wear them. While it is possible for her to wear them, I really don’t like her to.

He brought a “hoodie” that he was tied of. I REALLY don’t like them very much (if one is working or playing outside then it is different).

So I put the bag where daughter one can find it and “make it go away.”

She will take a car load of that kind of thing when she leaves here.