I used to think I was related to half of the town I grew up in. Come to find out, I’m related to half the county as well as towns from Mexico to Canada. One of my grandfathers had a wife in Canada and one in Mexico and each had ten kids who all lived. (This was after polygamy was abolished in the nation, but he already had the wives, and he couldn’t abandon either one, since the children were all his.) I’m going crazy with all the genealogical information I have to collect and distribute.
When I was growing up, we used to have family reunions and filled up the entire park, which was pretty hugh for such a small town (4,000 peeps) so I never new most of my cousins to spend any time with. Mostly by face, and then of course by name. “Oh! You’re related to the ....! Hiya, Cuz!” Kinda thing.
So yeah, I’m going to email him and ask him why. To be continued.
What’s happening in your neck of the woods today? Any outings? Or visitors planned? I’m finally answering some letters!
Vlad is anxiously tracking bids on his cards He’s hopeful! He could get a windfall as the weekend progresses if the greater international Magic community fixates on one (or more) of those cards as the best ones in the new set.
Kathleen did her swim test for camp and qualified as a Beginner. It was a good effort. It doesn’t really mean anything in terms of what she’ll do at Day Camp or WAC, but she now has a higher rating than any of her brothers, who did not test and therefore are non-swimmers by default.
It appears to be a high stupidity day out there: I had encounters with bicyclists and walkers (!) who seemed to believe motor vehicles are just fake news created by the patriarchy, or something.
DP and Frank have gone to the gym. Not sure what we’ll do when they get back, other than lunch. It depends on the forecast.