On my way to NoVa/DC for my sister’s retirement. Yes, my younger sister. 26 years in the Navy and she’s out! The ceremony is at the Pentagon tomorrow, then a party at her house. This will (to some extent) be a family gathering for something other than a wedding or a funeral!
My father took it as a vote of confidence that his ophthalmologist’s secretary made his next appointment for spring of 2015 . . . .
And each parent had blood drawn at 9, then mother had her first post-op check up at 10:45.
Country ham, black eyed peas, turnip greens, corn bread, sweet tea (I’m usually an unsweet man, but a day like this called for sweet). My banana pudding is to the right.
Both parents home! They’re sitting on the front porch going through the mail. I expect them to holler for something or other shortly – but it’s better than having one or more of them in the hospital!
Off to Chattanooga for Aged P Patrol – my mother’s knee replacement surgery went well. I’m going to relieve my sister and to help in the recovery. Chattanooga in the summertime!
Between bouts of uncling, I visited Mt Vernon for the first time in about 35 years. I listened to Ron Chernow’s Washington, a Life this fall, so I was well-prepared to see it this time. The book is long, but I recommend it. Washington really did want to be a farmer more than anything, and we wouldn’t leave him alone.
I’m on cup #3 and am waiting for the Aged Ps to stir . . . . Christmas morning without the nieces and nephews is more restful — but it will be more fun when they get here later in the week.
Further: the advantage to having only 3 of us here today? More Yorkshire Pudding to go around!
. . . is assuming that people who sleep more than 2.5 hours longer in the morning than I do have a character flaw. Lazy bums.
One knows one’s parents are getting old when one calls at 5 p.m. to wish them happy anniversary and they really hadn’t noticed. Now that I reminded them, I think they’re going to Nikki’s. Click and see the onion rings!
I went something like 25 years without having a piece of luggage delayed; the last time was for a wedding in Houston sometime 4 or 5 years after graduating from Rice.
Twice this year I have had rain delays in Chicago that caused baggage to be late. The first time was when I was headed home from Spring Break. This time is more complicated. I ran down to West Tennessee for a family funeral. I flew down on Monday and back Tuesday (I had to skip out of the memorial service to make my flight).
Tomorrow midday I leave with a group of Hobart and William Smith faculty for a study trip to Rome – so I had already planned to spend the night in Syracuse at an airport hotel (especially since my flight was scheduled to arrive at 11:59).
My plan was to get here at midnight, sleep till 9 (to recover from all this), and leave. Now we’ll see if United gets my luggage here in time for me to change clothes before leaving for Rome.
I’m not really the kind of person who can cheerfully replace his wardrobe at short notice. But it might be an interesting learning experience for the other folks!
FURTHER: Hurrah, luggage! Now I can change clothes before leaving for Rome!