Back home with family.
Every Monday night my mother makes a feast for her family, last night there was eighteen of us.
No dishwasher, it is a choice, when I was growing up it bugged me, now I do not have a dishwasher by choice and love doing dishes next to my mom.
Yes, my mom does the dishes too.
It is as she wants it to be, "...for as long as I can do it."
Mondays are full on with my brothers Marty, Mathew, Mark and Zane, their wives Suzy, Shelley, Diane and Zane's girlfriend Leslie, and the nieces and nephews Patti, Andy, Jack, Chelsea, Sacha, Gina, Maci, Kate, George, Sam, Joe, Marie, Molly and Warren. The youngest is 9.
Quiet it is not. The children come after school and stay until after dinner.
Some rode motorcycles, some wrestled in the living room, other played music, everyone talked.
My mom made three desserts, because one is not enough?
It is like Thanksgiving every Monday.
Joe came home from college, Chelsea and Mr. Espresso were there too.
Every corner of the house had activity.