Not really much of a weekend. On Friday night, I went to the East Lansing football game. They played Holt and were clearly outclassed. Even the band show at halftime was disappointing, although I will always have a place in my heart for the Trojan Marching Band. I still don't like the repositioning of the bleachers since the renovation. I sat on the East side for so many years, and it is hard sitting on the West side. Maybe I'll sit with the visitors once. No...that would be wrong.
Saturday was uneventful, other than the fact that the Spartans lost a game they should have won.
Sunday was uneventful in that the Lions lost a game they should have lost.
I spoke to Cousin Larry the other day. Apparently, our Cousin Ron Weber invited us to his son's wedding in two weeks. Larry called to see if we were going. Maybe we would have gone, but since we never received an invitation, we really weren't planning on it. Wrong address? That mail carrier down in the Detroit area who put his mail in a storage shed instead of delivering it? I guess stranger things have happened. Bottom line is...we have planned to go up north that weekend for quite a while. And, unfortunately, I really don't know Ron's son.
There are so many people in that wonderful family that I don't know at all. I know all the cousins, but their children...not so much. There were so many years that either I wasn't invited to functions, or didn't know about functions...that I lost touch with that whole side of my family. I am grateful that they still think of me as part of their family, since I'm really not (by blood). When Mom & Dad died, most of my ties to that family ended. Now, with all of the older generation gone, who knows. But, I really enjoy it when the "cousins" get together. I love them all.
I am currently reading Abraham Lincoln: Great American Historians on Our Sixteenth President. It's kind of different because it is a lot of short essays about various parts of Lincoln's story. So far, there's not much that I didn't already know; but there are a few things.
As I was reading this evening next to an open window in the living room, I was struck at how quiet it is tonight. With the students back, East Lansing has reverted to its normal bustling, school-year self. When I was driving through town on Friday night, the streets were packed. Tonight, it's almost like being out in the country. Kinda nice.
And, as I finish writing this, I hear a likely drunken person hollering something undeciferable a couple blocks away.
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