A JLAND REUNION, of sorts.

When the Mountain Oompas and the Wild Women of Hestia Collide....

I am very hesitant to meet 'strangers' from the internet.  I am even more hesitant to expose my family to people I know only through what they write online, but for some reason there were no reservations when Kas told me that she and her family were coming to Colorado.  We have been blog-pals for 2 years now.  Unless we were incredible liars, we pretty much knew everything there was to know about each other.  Even Dickidoo agreed to the meeting without question.

In both households mothers were shaking fingers and begging the children to behave.  In both households the children shook their heads in an agreement that would be forgotten with the very next brain wave.  It didn't matter for they were about to meet kindred souls.

Kas is impulsive.  She must have hugged me a million times.  I didn't mind.  She is just as I had imagined, vivacious, precocious, hilarious, maternal, a small bundle of dynamite.  A short walk to the beaver pond and back had her laden down with rocks, sun bleached bones and discarded trash.  She'd stop every few feet to poke at a pile of animal scat and try to identify the maker of the by-products as well as the meal it had consumed to create such a furry, feathery turd.   And who would marry a woman like that?  A tall, soft spoken man with the patience of a saint and the sense of humor of a seasoned comic.

Dare I suggest that there are children so similar to the Oompas that they could be siblings?  The Wild Women and the Oompas bonded instantly.  They all draw, they all know the same silly songs, they can't keep their clothes dry or clean, they eat pizza like its their last meal, they have no volume control on their voices, they think the answer 'no' means 'I'm sorry, I didn't hear your question, please repeat', and they love to laugh... loud and hard, but mostly LOUD!

For those of you who expressed envy at my opportunity to meet this wonderful family, you are justified to feel that way.  It was such a pleasant experience, and it just felt so right.  There wasno awkward silence as we got the feel for each other.  Actually there was no silence at all, it was loud from the minute the truck doors opened. 

All I can say is:  Thank you Al Gore for inventing the internet so that I could meet Kas and her wonderful family!