Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after a whirlwind Day-After-Turkey-Day road trip to Big Sur, our family’s favorite place on earth, we like to spend the morning in the forest watching our mother and father organize camp and when we do this, when we just stop and stare and watch these lovable lunatics in action—-we don’t know whether to feel grateful or afraid.

Sometimes they have vibrant and friendly ten minute conversations about which way to fold the big blue tarp like they’re discovering new chromosomes or if one of them has an idea about a more strategic spot for the teensy fold up table they got on sale at REI that goes from being the size of the Empire State Building to the size of a gnat with one flip of an index finger they get all joyful as if someone just told them that although they thought they forgot the coffee they actually didn’t or if one of them is able to fit the odd shaped bread container into the dry storage box they literally hug and smile really big like that weird cat in Alice In Wonderland and from our vantage point we feel a sense of confused awe when we see how they work together and organize and obsess and discuss and ponder and we think: how is it that we ended up with these two—these strange, idiosyncratic oddballs who are the ones that make sure we have enough blankets—and then we think: even if they seem like they’re insane people they’re OUR insane people and we hope we get to keep them forever, or at least until the fire goes out.

Gobble, Gobble,
Greg the Infinite House Guest

5 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Hilary says:

    I can see why that is very disturbing, Coop.

  2. The Zadge says:

    I’m sure Cooper is keeping all the bears away.

  3. I’m too old, brittle and ascared of the dark to camp.