i’m not sure how it happened, but as we sat around the table, i suddenly found myself the only one talking (that’s not really the surprise) as the rest sat quietly and i told them of my daddy’s two brothers.  i told of their likes — of arms being tickled and shoulders being rubbed and of rewriting rules to the games to better suit oneself.  i told them about how games are played and how fun “Family Feud” can be when playing with my family.  i told them of what they looked like and why i call one of them “pootsie” and i told of the “head” of the sinclair family and all the laughs he brings.

well, i know why i started talking about it, but i’m not sure why they all sat there so still as i went on and on (i kept talking just about my uncles for a few minutes).  it’s because he was across the table from me and everytime i see him i can’t help but think of my uncle.

half an hour later we were in the midst of a game of pictionary (boys vs. girls).  suzi suddenly was fighting for rules which aren’t technically part of the game and tim (her husband) yelled, “uncle jimmy, stop!”  and andy continued it by saying, “uncle jimmy, don’t change the rules!”  i couldn’t believe they had actually listened to me ramble on.

and i felt like maybe i was a bit at home.  it was lovely.