In my last blog, I mentioned that we were going to meet up with my sister and aunt and then go play Bingo. Although the dinner part went fairly well, the Bingo was a bust.
We got delayed and ended up not getting out of the restaurant until 8:00 or so. By the time we went to the Bingo Hall, the place was PACKED. There wasn’t even one parking space, let alone 4. We decided to call it a night and said our farewells.
Since the Bingo hall is very close to the house I lived in while growing up, Hubby and I decided to cruise by to see the old homestead. After my parent’s died, I did this fairly often. Most people tend to go to a grave site to visit their loved ones, but I like to go to the place where the living happened, not the place where the external physical husk is buried. The house looked good and the people who own it now seem to be taking great care to fix it up. This made me feel happy and we left for home. At the entrance to the development, I glanced over to see my sister’s car and her waving madly at us. Laughing, I realized she’d done the same thing independently. She’d gone to say hello to Mom and Dad, too.