Need I say more. Now I will tell you this sort of incident is to be expected for the Carpenters. However, do not feel too sorry for us, we are not victims, it is just the very thing that makes our life so colorful. Like most Americans we traveled over the fourth of July weekend. Seating arrangements were as follows, Tom driver, Clelia shotgun, girls in car seats behind each front seat, Mom "riding the hump" (known as other things). After one hour of kids pulling on me, and fear of getting thrown up on I quickly made myself a nest in the trunk (don't worry it's an SUV). Tom made me promise I would tie a rope to myself and anchor it so as not to be projected from the car. We made it safely, minus one tire to Cincinnati in a mere TEN hours.
The reason, the Zimmer Family Reunion. The last time I attended this event I was about five years old. Zimmer is my dad's mother's maiden name and she is the only sibling who has passed away. So it was a packed house with many generations present. It was complete with games for every age, a trivia game laden with errors and food to feed an army. Over 100 of my relatives packed out this picnic ground, and I was quickly reminded the importance of cherishing family. It was surreal to see folks that I used to play with and watch our kids play together. A real gift to be able to share that with Clelia. One of our relatives was hosting a student from Haiti and they were able to converse in french.
The trip to Cincinnati was rounded out with a trip to Kings Island (another future post), a Red's baseball game and a world class milkshake from UDF. On the car ride home we managed to shave off a whole thirty minutes, upon our arrival into DC we voiced a desire never to drive that far again. I say for everyone to hear, I still do not want a minivan, the trunk is just fine, thank you.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Posted by Carpenter Family at 7:44 PM