Musings, Mushrooms and Mario

 April is the time to hunt the abundant wild mushrooms in the Midwest. As I find myself planted in western Indiana, what better way to pass a Sunday afternoon than in search of the yummy fungi. This trip was different for my cousin Mario was my right hand man. I readily admit that he is someone who I have not spent a lot of time with. It’s odd that you have this physical tie to someone but really have no actual connection or understanding of them. Often with extended families, we take them for granted and often end up strangers. If asked questions about your uncles and cousins’ lives could you answer (although Facebook is a modern way of keeping up more on others affairs)? It’s like I’ve written about before with rock climbing or hunting. Our friends and family are there but how often do we engage or interact or share experiences with them? You see someone a couple of times a year and you’re automatically supposed to have a bond with these people? I think not. Which is something I’ve been working on-relationships. I went hunting just me and my grandpa this year and me and Cliff have thrown out fishing in Texas with him. My grandma is another story that I’ll have to contemplate (although me and my other grandma have been discussing an art class this summer and are working on a garden). I’ve taken Elizabeth rock-climbing. Me and Dad hike; Cliff and I hunt and are going on a camping trip; Amanda and I have went rock-climbing and have future plans for tattoos and to plant a garden; I’ve taken the boys to the Children’s