I talked to my cousin Michael.
So I’m a day off on my blogs this week. So sue me.
So yesterday I talked to my cousin Michael in Louisiana. He and I are the same age and have always been close. He called for my birthday in November and I was out and I am just now getting around to calling him back. But that doesn’t seem to matter. We are just glad when we get around to talking to each other. We seem to be able to pick up right where we left off the last time we talked. We pick up easily and catch up on all the news that has happened in our respective families. He has two boys and a daughter who live on their own in California and I have one married daughter and two 16 year old granddaughters, so there’s always something going on. Then there is our health, or should I say, my health. I have a number of health problems that we discuss. He and his wife moved to a new house since we last spoke so we talked about their new house and the improvements they have made. They are renting out their other houses. Real estate moguls, that;s what they are. But he’s my cousin and I love him. Even if we don’t talk as often as we should.