What happens in Tennessee stays in Tennessee

I am sitting in my mother's kitchen blogging to my little heart's content as my children drift off to sleep in their made up beds after a long day. I am home. You'd think since I haven't lived here in more than 10 years I wouldn't think of it as home...but I still do. Maybe not this house, maybe not this city or state, but just the state of being here. I haven't been in my parents' home in more than a year. I don't know where anything is anymore, nothing is where it once was, nothing looks the same (my folks did not keep our rooms as shrines to our childhoods), but somehow it is still home. *** (Incidentally I cannot seem to break a paragraph tonight. Computer? AOL? User error? Not sure...just bear with me please.)*** Technically I am home because of a reunion. Not a school reunion (I missed that due to the imminent arrival of B.B.) nor a family gathering. This is a more unusual reunion. In High School I was part of a theater group comprised of teens. We met at the local arts guild and spent a vast amount of time playing and putting on plays and growing and goofing off and becoming friends. These were my friends during the horrible years of teen angst and not knowing who I was.***Zann was among this group of friends and I mentioned to her that I was more interested in reuniting with them than with my Senior class. Zann took my idea and ran with it. She tracked down all the old group and has organized a reunion set to happen Sunday. She really is a gem. So Sunday night will find me hanging out with old friends not seen in years and friends I still talk to on a regular basis...Zann, Did, and Art.*** Art brought her brood over to Mama and Daddy's tonight to visit "for a little while." They didn't leave until after 9 pm...swimming, pizza, running around the yard, laughing until we nearly wet our pants, and harassing Daddy until I thought he was going to go in the house and not play with us anymore. The swimming was kind of spur of the moment. Mama was cleaning up the wading pool for the kids to swim in during the cookout we're having Saturday. As soon as the pool began to fill the kids (all 6 of them) began begging to swim. Mama said after the pool was full as long as it wasn't too dark to see. Before long there were 6 children stripped down to their underthings splashing and screaming in the dark. We finally drug them out of the pool and dropped them all in the tub together (except Art's Syd who is above that kind of behavior and opted for a shower). Art and her babies headed out scrubed and sleepy and mine have finally collapsed into bed with only one, "I wanna' go home and sleep in my bed." *** Now if only I can follow suit...we shall see. We're here until Monday morning, so I will get more opportunities to post this weekend! Yeah me!