My sister who summers in Vermont is visiting with our sister who lives in Connecticut. The older brought her daughter and granddaughter along, for a festive, gal weekend of antique shopping and other activities.
Last night (their time), they rang me, loosened up by after-dinner wine. I am pretty quick with humorous barbs that their comradery and inebriation magnify to states of roaring pandemonium. Honestly, once the laughter starts, anything I say is suddenly comedy club hilarious. “The world is flat!” Explosive laughter. “The cat puked on the rug!” Even loader laughter.
Yeah, I am a rock star talking to my sisters once the tippling starts. But last night, I was upstaged. While making an actually genuinely wisecrack, I heard gasps, laughter, and giggling screams and talk of somebody’s chair collapsing. Paraphrasing, I quipped: “Alright, ladies, who’s overweight enough to break the chair!”
My niece Lynnae is the answer. Presumption, in actuality: The lawn chair had spent about a decade outdoors. Years of exposure to the sun and other elements weakened the fabric, which gave way to my niece, Down she went, and up went the hilarity. Nan stopped gut-busting long enough to shoot the Featured Image.
Vitals: f/1.6, ISO 250, 1/80 sec, 26mm (film equivalent); 7:51 p.m. EDT; iPhone 17.
Photo Credit: Nanette Atherton