Last weekend, I drove out of town and visited my sister and her family. A funny anecdote about my visit first: Sis gave me a birthday card during my visit, thinking the next day (September 3) would be my birthday. Actually it was a month earlier (August 3), and she seemed kind of surprised when I corrected her. Perhaps you could chalk it up to a big workload on her part or traveling this summer or something else I’m about to talk up, but Sis thought for sure my birthday was in September. At least she didn’t mind being corrected. “Just consider it a belated birthday wish,” she advised.
There was a reason for my visit, other than the obvious reason being seeing relations I haven’t had the chance to see in a while. Sis and her family had just finished relocating to a new home they had purchased. Pretty much everything they had were still in boxes when I visited, so their new house doesn’t yet feel like home. And those boxes may be occupied for a while because… well, their new home? Compared to what they left behind, it’s half the size. And their old home wasn’t all that big to begin with. But in finding this A-framed house in the middle of the woods, they saw a bit of potential. Well, the potential that comes with an expansion of the house, which they hope to commence with sometime soon (they don’t know when).