Christmas is another day.
I walked up the drive, past my mom’s car with the “peace is patriotic” bumper sticker, the massive wood pile, the aging sheds and fences. The house is as I left it. Actually, it’s expanding: they’ve built another small room, a new office for my dad as he gently segues into retirement. It’s connected via the deck, so that makes four buildings in the central area. The house is turning into a sort of miniature village.
I walked and talked with my dad, to match the dream. S and I are settling in for a week of rest and recuperation. It’s been a long slow day, food and fire and conversation. This is why I’m here.
The bay area visits were good, comforting, engaging, hectic, tiring. Vienna Teng was lovely, as always.
I hope you’re all well over the holidays, whatever they mean to you.
