My brother came to Texas a week ago, as he did last year at about this time.
He came for three days of live music. And he came to spend some time with us.
I like to think that we did both. Although by the time he left, the blue sky and sun and sweltering heat (98, 105, 107) had pretty much got the better of all of us. And now I realize that between his coming and going and collapsing into bed after long days, we didn't really spend much time together at all.
On the other had, I know that if he lived here or if I lived there, that's how the weekend might have been. So perhaps it was normal to just squeeze a little time into an otherwise busy schedule.
My brother came to Texas so that we could have a normal weekend in an abnormal kind of way.
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