Remaining night, our thirty-year-old station wagon limped into my mom and father’ driveway on a slowly deflating tire. By morning, the tire was completely pancaked, pitching the rusty wagon forward like an outdated, loyal canine nursing a sore leg, settled in for a well-deserved leisure. The backseat is affected by the smashed stays of granola bars, Starburst wrappers, and puzzle books. Objectives truly do come true.
I am up to date off per week spent in Maine with my mom and pop, my three sisters, our attending companions and varied progeny. Whatever the compulsory consternation about packingfinally I may not have been unsuitable to fill a duffel with solely bathing suits and towels—presumably just some sweatshirts for the chillier mornings and evenings. A present of Band-Aids and a bottle of sunscreen nursed the worst of what ailed us. What was actually indispensable, I didn’t pack and wouldn’t have slot in even the largest L.L.Bean tote.
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