Today was a beautiful, luxurious Sunday morning. Every year I'm stuck in a car traveling up to Baltimore, Maryland to see my father's side of the family for Easter. For some reason, it has always been a difficulty for us to leave on time. I was ready to go in about fifteen minutes. But for my parents it's a whole different story. My Mom and Dad will eventually get out of bed. Unfortunately, they are still a bunch of slow pokes in the morning. My Mom has already made – up a time of departure that is agreeable for us. Do we ever make the departure on time? Don't count on it. To my father, it seems that the time is always changeable.
By the time we'd gotten in the truck, which my Dad had to vacuum before we left, it was 11:30am, late as usual. The one thing that the Lintz family will always be unreliable about is the clock. There is a complaint here and there from Mom. But they're just silly complaints. Like, how my Dad told her that if she would paint her toe nails they would've looked better with her sandals. Sometimes I think my mother's appearance is very fragile. To her and other times not something she would care about. We always make allowances for my Mom. She doesn't seem to think straight early in the morning.
A meal at the dinner table is always interesting and exciting. My little cousins are constantly being nuisances by spilling drinks and food throughout the entire meal. It makes me think they should wear reversible shirts. The adults restore my faith in humanity by never getting upset with them. They just clean up the retched mess and continue along with their stories. The adults seem to interrupt each other; trying to tell their story. It seems as if they're trying to over top each other's stories. Before our dinner is finished we have heard an outrageous amount of stories from every individual in the family. They even told a story of how someone burnt their tongue so bad one Easter that they ended up in the emergency room. Some of their stories make me wonder if my Aunts and Uncles are responsible enough to raise children.
I am looking forward to our next family gathering in the fall. We will all get together at my Uncle's farm in New York to make apple butter; As long as there is no drought. My Uncle says it's very unprobable this year.
Our family has always been the crazy bunch. But, if we were not crazy we would be normal. Honestly, normal is the one word that would never describe our family. We may be crazy and get on each other's nerves; but in the end, you're stuck with up. Welcome to the Lintz family.