Hazel and Tony are coming to visit next week. They’ll be here nearly a month. Hazel has visited several times since Bill’s death, but not since she and Tony married. Not for want of trying. Tony had some health setbacks shortly after he and Hazel married. He’s finally cleared to travel.
None of us get any younger, either. I wonder if Hazel’s hair is as white as Walt’s, my brother to whom she once was married. It may still be black. I’m getting excited.
We are out of beds at our house; they will be staying with her youngest, Mark. Walt lives there, too. Jan teased him she hoped Hazel could put up with him. Walt retorted “Can she put up with me?” We know which way it will be.
The traditional Memorial Day picnic, featuring shish kebob and lots of company will be held early, in honor of their visit. That was Walt’s idea, resoundingly seconded by Hazel when Jan asked if Tony would enjoy it.
Tony’s two requests are to see a baseball game and go bowling. Tom and Mark will handle those details. Hazel will keep Tony busy, I’m sure. Hazel loves to shop. She holds an international driver’s license and knows how to use it.
They arrive Tuesday afternoon and Hazel has us all lined up to go to her favorite smorgasbord restaurant for supper. In spite of our recent troubles with air traffic controllers, I doubt Hazel’s plane will be late.