Today is Kon and Shannon’s reception. I wish Tom were here.

A mantle of some sort may have been passed today. Rosie, the longstanding wild storyteller on aunt/nephew-niece excursions is married and in Poland at the moment. Aunt Barb didn’t seem to be too enthused to be the torch-bearer, so they made me tell a story.

Now, you must understand. There are prepared people and there are spontaneous people. I am a prepared person. A friend of mine told me so and I believe her.

But hey, I did it, and excepting for the end it went well, and that was only because Barb didn’t think that a tale like that should end in death, being a story for children and all. It was quite the story, sort of stupid, but that’s what those kind of stories are. Luckily for me, saying stupid things comes fairly easily for me. Smile.

I got pegged as a bleeding heart liberal last night. Nothing new really (I’ve heard the sentiment before, though the “bleeding heart” verbiage was a new twist), just a person who is pretty immersed in the “conservative” point of view. One of those (sort of like Tom) who, if you mention the word “liberal,” assumes it must necessarily be wrong, perhaps even evil.

And it was a family gathering, so we got loud and he got emphatic and I loved it.

I also love cell phones.