Tonight's just me and the sweets. Julia and Jordan are in bed, but someone isn't tired. And she's eating the remote.
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When I was a kid we lived in a huge white house that was just west enough of the beaches to be distinctly untrendy. In that house we had more than our share of ugly days; but not always.
I remember some times when the whole family was there on a Friday night. Elizabeth and I would get a half glass of apple wine while the rest of the family drank Sacremental. The record player always had a full night's listening queued up; Tom T. Hall, Johnny Cash and Tammy Wynette were favorites among that country music loving gang.
We would play giant games of Monopoly or Pit, two of the few games that can accomodate eight players. It was a busy kitchen table. Other nights we'd just sit around in the living room in the orangy glow of fabric lampshades, laughing while the wine gave us a warm, happy feeling in our bellies.
Those were the evenings that made it seem like everything might be alright.
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