I've not posted in a bit, but I'm sure none of you really care. The earth has continued to revolve and morning turns into nightfall with or without my internet rants du jour.
Here's where Quiet Rage has been. My sister was out here shortly after Easter to spend some time relaxing as she is the full-time care taker for my mother. That in itself deserves the red carpet treatment for Sissy. We spent HOURS around the fire pit talking about family history and family dynamics.
I'm so glad my sister is the main executor for my parents' estate. She is very fair, she is very responsible, and she will carry out my parents' wishes down to the last dime. The only one who will have a problem is my older brother. He is always scoping as to what the lake shore property is worth and the other land that has been in the family for 100+ years. He is looking to sell it off to make $$$$$$.
The rest of us are thinking of making the lake shore property a private campground/picnic area for future generations. Nothing would need to be permanently built on it. Nobody would need to care for a structured building on the property nor establish plumbing nor electricity. Have a tent city in the summer where we can all enjoy fishing off the dock and relax into our tents come nightfall. Who really wants to deal with an actual cabin structure where there are so many relatives? Who would be the responsible family point person? Who wants to deal with frozen and bursting pipes on January 22 at 2:13 am when it is -40*? Oh, and the toilet will NOT flush! Now what????????
Here is where my siblings and I are going (sans one sibling). Mom and Dad lived very frugally - almost to a fault. They were the generation of the Great Depression and WWII. Money was always tight. They lived out in the middle of nowhere on Prairie USA and somehow made it work. I have a deep respect for that unlike myself. I start whining if I can't get a Door Dash delivery for my favorite junk food at my doorstep within 15 minutes after ordering it. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Where is MY sacrifice? I dare you all to ask yourselves the same question. We are all whiny WIMPS. Yes, I am including myself in this.
Switching gears completely.......
Getting back to my ancestors and what they all went through. Wow. I just want future generations to enjoy and utilize the lake shore property like the family did back in 1865. Well, there were European traders along the property trail trading their goods along with Native American summer camp populations (this ox trail is now Interstate 94). Yes, the Europeans and the Natives had a lot of intermingling that led to a blend of cultures and families. My Uncle Joe has an entire room showcasing the apothecary bottles the Europeans were trading along side the arrow heads and other tools of the trades the Dakota brought forth.
Wait. I am entirely off track.
This post is about hosting friends from the UK and I have not touched on that as of yet. For starters, our UK friends are more than friends. They are family. I met my UK friend, JMM, waaaaaaaaay back in the early days of the internet on an online internet pen pal forum. Yes, dial-up internet was still the mode of connecting to the world-wide web. Can you still hear it? Dial up internet sounded like a lame duck quacking for its last breaths.
We hit it off back in the 1990's and now it's 30 years later. The internet is now a more more dangerous place to be. Back in the 1990's we were all in awe how the world could be so connected. It was so innocent. It was so sincere. Now it is full of malware and scammers (for lack of a better term).
Thank you, J and P, for trusting us dumb-ass Americans to show you how we think Sonoma County is a very special place. We love you. AND..... I am glad we got to have a pint and nachos. We solved ALL the world's problems.
p.s. You are a WANKER. lol
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