Family Reunion - June 23, 2025

The Husband's maternal relatives had a family reunion on Saturday.  These were Nanny's cousins and their offspring.  The reunion was held at a church fellowship hall in the Big City.  The last family-wide reunion was about 40 years ago.  Like Nanny, the cousins were all (or nearly all) around 80.  The reunion was supposed to start at noon.  Nanny wanted to be there by 11 to help set up the tables.  We picked her up a little before 10.  

Everyone was supposed to bring a dish.  The Husband and I took a baked ham, baked beans, and a strawberry pound cake.  Nanny took a cake, a pasta salad, and some fruit.  She also took two tote bags full of old family pictures and her printer (in case people wanted copies of pictures).   There was an abundance of food.  

We stayed to help clean up.  It was nearly 5 p.m. by the time we made it back home.  Nanny was pooped, and we were, too.

I was disappointed with my pound cake.  New recipe, which I followed to the letter.  It came out dense and a little gummy.  But there were so many other desserts, nobody's sweet tooth went hungry.  Half of the cake came back home with us, and The Husband and I nibbled on it yesterday.  It needs to leave here, as neither of us needs it.

Yesterday, I discovered a problem with the wedding quilt.  I washed and dried it, and when I folded it, I noticed a dark spot.  The batting had shifted in one place; the dark spot was the quilt top showing through the backing.  I had to take a section of the quilt apart, re-join the batting, and sew it all back together.  I'm just glad it happened before I gifted it.

It was blazing hot all weekend and is hot again today.  I need to work in the community garden plot, replanting the peas.  (I need to do the same in our vegetable garden, but it's probably too wet to plant.)  I'd leave for the community garden right now if I weren't waiting on a repairman.  He'll probably show up about noon, when it'll be REALLY hot.  Tomorrow, a different repairman will be here for routine maintenance.  It may be Wednesday morning before I can get to the community garden.

So, at present, I'm sitting here watching the hawks stomp around the backyard.  I believe their parents have emancipated them, and they are beginning to get the idea that they will have to fend for themselves.  Our next-door neighbor messaged me over the weekend and said that their screaming is driving her nuts.  We feel her pain.