Sunday Morning Wonderings....

about what my sisters have been doing. Oh, I can imagine some things. Like Susie and Randy out camping somewhere in their retro camper which looks like great fun, Diane typing away to get those pages of work in before the gang of children, grandchildren and dogs arrive and Lizzie perhaps walking the golf course with Dan to watch the amazing golfers that are there. How close am I in my thoughts of what you are all doing?

There isn't much new to report from N.C. I am doing the same circuit of Church, Tryon Palace, Mah Jongg mania, nursing home and shut in rounds, bowling and whatever else might pop up.

I have been on a mission to really get my house clean. The nooks and crannies, washing windows, etc. I have heard cleanliness is next to Godliness. Well, by the state some of the places in my house I am rather ungodly. As you know from some of my other unfinished projects and "I have decided..." deals I go quite strongly toward my goal for a short time until something more interesting pops up and I am off and running toward that goal. The fresh paint in the livingroom and foyer and new furniture started me off on this path. It is one I would like to see through because the areas I have completed feel wonderful to walk through. Know what I mean....?

I am getting a little excited about going to Reno on Saturday. Just hoping I don't have too many hitches in getting there. The flights look pretty full. I don't wish any one bad luck (well, not too bad) but am hoping some of those people will oversleep and miss their 6:15 a.m. flight. I am going to Raleigh Friday night so I don't have to leave here at 2:30 in the morning. I think my friend, Amy, who lives in Raleigh is out of town so I will probably stay at a motel. I hate staying by myself at a motel.

Barb and I are doing a fun project. We are writing a story (?). She started it and sent it to me and I added something to it, sent it back and she sent it back to me. It is just something silly, but fun. I don't know why we are mailing it instead of doing it by email, but it is fun. We have only gotten a page written so far. Any body else up for something like that? We could have a separate blog space for a fun sister project and just add to it as the mood struck. No pressure, just fun. Give me some feedback. OK? If I can I will copy what Barb and I have written so far so you can see how silly we are.

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I was astonished by Rhonda’s reaction to James’ return. What had she expected? That he would stay away forever because of what had happened years ago? Silly woman. I myself was thrilled to think that he would return and that he wanted to settle matters after all of this time.

True there are so many questions to be answered. Why didn’t James face the consequences years ago instead of running away and where has he been all this time with no contact with his family and those who loved him?

When James walked through the door of our family restaurant it was nearly closing time. I was adding up the receipts for the day when the bell on the door jangled. I was speechless when I looked up and James smiled shyly and said “Hello Louise”. Oh my, how my heart leaped. He was even more handsome than I remembered.

Trying to be cool around James was always an impossibility for me. Being the “ugly duckling” of the family, and the baby, to boot, gave me lots of liberty, which I have always gladly taken advantage of. It was not a shock to James, then, that I ran madly into his arms. Although he looked good, something was very different. The lines around his eyes and his mouth brought an edge to his always perfect, All American Boy, appearance. His clothes too were not what our James would ever be seen in. Certainly, there had been some major changes in his life. Maybe the changes had nothing to do with what occurred before he left.

“Louise, I’m so glad you’re working today. I was afraid the restaurant might have been sold and your family was no longer here. And look at you. You are so grown up! How could this be?!”, James exclaimed. For the first time I can ever remember, I fell quiet. If only he knew.

Eight years ago I was only 11 years old when James disappeared from our lives. So much had happened in those years. How could I ever tell him all that had changed at Morgan’s Restaurant and to the Morgan family?

Rhonda came out of the kitchen and saw James. “What are you doing here? To cause us more pain? Get out, now”, she yelled.

“Rhonda, please, let me explain”, James pleaded.

“No explanations are needed. You did enough damage years ago and I refuse to allow you to put us through the same hurt and humiliation again”, she said through clenched teeth.
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Guess this is enough words for a week. Hoping to see some words from "ya'll".

Love you girls!