Respite Care, Celtic Style

i left stealthily, waking at 7:00 am, slipping my gear and guitar into the car, then getting on my way home by 7:10 am.  Like the Baltimore Colts, packing up while everyone slept, i went without much noise.  Only 36 hours, but it was enough.  For quite some time.

A family reunion, with my “semi-lost” cousins – the children and other progeny of my mother and her two sisters.  We reconnected recently, and decided to get Mom together with her only living sister before it was too late.  Choosing a location reasonably equidistant from the majority of the cousins, we descended upon a gorgeous Kentucky lakefront resort for the weekend, renting two waterfront homes to accommodate all the cousins, second cousins and affiliated family members who could find the time to make the trek.

It was pretty damn wonderful to spend time with my cousins, getting to know them (again) and their children over a fairly relaxed weekend.  The entourage from my Trailer Park attended as well, except for my sister, T, who lives much farther away. 

As a result of the weekend with my clan, i have perhaps enough blog-fodder for the next year.  Or two.  Covering the 260 miles of the return trip at warp speed this morning, i spent the time alone in the car trying to process all that transpired… and having had only a few hours sleep over the prior two days, decided to put it in the “Fuck It” bucket for now and start poking my way through it after rest and reflection.

My family never ceases to amaze me.  For better and for worse.  But they’re mine… All mine.  Fucking deathbed promises

So instead of getting busy contemplating my familial navel, i spent the afternoon otherwise deployed… Round one?  Getting in touch with my inner Celtic Cougar, falling madly in lust with admiring the guitarist for a delightful irish jam band, Scythian.  He sproinged merrily about the stage, slammin’ gypsy rhythms on his accoustic until i was on the verge of scamming my way backstage for a personal guitar lesson… Or two…

wants me - doesn't know it yet

After an hour of getting used to being the oldest woman in the mosh pit in front of the stage, Round Two began.  i settled in for another hour of reckless musical abandon with Gaelic Storm.  These kids have never failed to deliver joy to my old, crusty soul…  And while i find the guitarist for this musical tribe to be supremely crush-worthy, it’s the drummer who must be stalked.  This young man shall marry my daughter.  He’s going to agree, he just doesn’t know it yet. 

 More on the family dealings to come.  But i’m momentarily speechless… and that ain’t a regular occurrence. 

“Me and the moon stayed up all night.  I brought the whiskey, he brought the light…”

15 thoughts on “Respite Care, Celtic Style

  1. ‘He’s going to agree, he just doesn’t know it yet.’

    Well I’m sure you’ll convince him, but have you asked the young lady yet if shes up for it. Or is that just a small detail.

  2. There’s nothing better than the use of a true Celtic tongue for removing the knickers of a dampened damsel in her mosh pit.

    Not that I’d know of course, me being only a lowly builder and all…

  3. kevinjohn – at least temporarily mitigated. likely to see them again this summer… grrr….

    alex – mother knows best. she’ll be fine with it… if not her, perhaps i can convince The Boy?

    silverstar – Much appreciated! This means i got a “silver star”… cool!

    jimmy – “i’ve always been a sucker, had a weakness for a boy with a guitar and a drink in his hand…”. So. you’re not a musician… not a problem…

    silverstar – they are absolutely fabulous! both bands, clearly having a blast with their last shows of the weekend festival… mesmerizing!

    nursemyra – always have a back up plan! last pic i saw of your son included a rather attractive young woman!

    stephanie – RAWR!

    archie – makes me deliriously happy…

  4. I can’t wait to hear of your adventures. I went to a lake JUST LIKE THAT once with family and we had to cut the vacation short because we all went to the emergency room with bacterial infections in our ears. You can always use that one as an excuse if you need it.

  5. ginny – oh, they are beyond cute… “edible”…. yes… that’s the word…. typically at our local festival, they’ll get out and run the afternoon 5k. next year? i’m gonna have me some extra training motivation…

    mstngsal – it was special. i’m still wrung out, and have managed to hoark up a simple, easy story so far. gonna take me months to get through this… didn’t need the ear infection excuse, but i’ll tuck that away for future reference….

  6. Damn! We have to wait until September to see our boys in Pittsburgh. I’m jealous! And remembering how great it was to meet you in Dublin last year.

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