It’s hard to believe, but I’m getting my third family visit in less than a year. My sister Darcie, Dave, her fiance, and Sarah are coming up for the BGMC concert on December 14. I’m very excited about this. This time, they won’t be staying at my house. Dave claims to like Reggie, but the… Continue reading Another Family Visit
Category: Family
What Matters
I talked to my sister last night. She, Dave (future brother-in-law), and Sarah are coming up for the BGMC concert in December. I was really hoping she could talk the parents into coming, too, but that’s not going to happen this year. My mom is a florist, and this is a peak season for her.… Continue reading What Matters
Grandma Pennington
Viola Pennington died yesterday. Everybody in the little town where I grew up knew her. She was the personification of nice, little old lady. All my life, she was Grandma Pennington, even though she wasn’t my grandmother. She was my cousins’ grandmother. But since we lived in the same small town and spent a lot… Continue reading Grandma Pennington
Wiped Out
My parents have come and gone, and I miss having them here. My dad drove to the airport and then I obviously drove home. I have to say that the return trip pretty much wiped me out and I’ve spent most of the evening on the couch, napping most of the time. I’m still in… Continue reading Wiped Out
Genetic Defect
I frequently joke that my parents adopted me because I look like my dad. Anybody who has seen pictures of my dad can tell you that the fruit (pardon the pun) doesn’t fall far from the tree. My mom’s side of the family just might be a different story. My grandmother is getting old. Her… Continue reading Genetic Defect
1600 miles
Reggie and I logged over 1500 miles over the course of four days. Oddly, the only pictures I took were of Reggie in the car. He did really well. Every time I go home, the sleepy little town where I grew up seems to get smaller. For example, a young woman who grew up the… Continue reading 1600 miles
Pepperoni Stuff
Every family has that one recipe that everyone makes. When you’re having a get-together, it’s usually specified who’s bringing that dish. In my dad’s family, it’s the pepperoni stuff. And yes, we really call it that. My Aunt Dixie came across this recipe years ago, and it’s a staple at any family function. It’s worth… Continue reading Pepperoni Stuff
The Way Home
Every time I drive to my parents’ house, I take the same route: I90-I84-I81-I80. And every time I seem to hit traffic in the same places, Hartford (such as it is), Wilkes-Bare/Scranton, and the I84-I81 split. This time, I’m thinking of trying a different route: I90 to I79. It’s going to take me about a… Continue reading The Way Home
Why My Parents Rock
I posted this to PugVillage earlier…. Let me preface this by saying that my “little” sister is a little more than three years younger than me. I’m 34 and she’s 31. My parents have always gone out of their way to treat us equally, sometimes to a frightening degree. At Christmas, they always try to… Continue reading Why My Parents Rock
Christmas is Over
Well, Christmas has come and gone. I’ve had a good time at my parents’ house. Tomorrow we head back to Boston. Santa was pretty good to me. I got a 12” Calphalon grill pan, a 8” Wustof chef’s knife (in addition to the Wustof santoku knife Beth and Paul got me), and the 7th season… Continue reading Christmas is Over