The irony and upside of sheltering in place is that it gave me the perfect holiday – I can stay home, but I can still see and talk to friends and family.
Two separate virtual meetings with both sides of the family: one using Zoom, the other using Google Hangouts.
The verdict: Google Hangouts is way better.
Charlie put together a huge Easter spread for just the two of us. Ham (just for him), green bean casserole, leftover stuffing from Thanksgiving, cranberry sauce, noodles, sweet potatoes. We are blessed with a ridiculous abundance of leftovers, and honestly, it makes me feel a little guilty. If you are local and want some extras, I will leave you a small care package on the front porch.
We are now planning a playdate between all of The Brothers.
The Bride to Be grew up in Mansfield, which is city-adjacent to where I attended college, and also where Charlie started his career, so I’d spent quite a bit of time there. But that was about 7 years ago, and it’s been a long time since I’d traveled down State Route 30 and gotten off at Trimble to head into Mansfield.
Mansfield had largely been build around manufacturing, and in the Age of Outsourcing, the city declined. Most of my experience with Mansfield has been in the less-than-affluent sections of town, so it was a nice change to travel to the part of town that wasn’t acutely impacted by the exit of the steel mills. The last leg of the trip to my destination felt as though I had turned down a street in Mansfield and ended up in Cleveland Heights, city-adjacent to the town where I grew up. I don’t know how true it is for other people, but I will spend the rest of my life comparing where I am to familiar places I’ve been.
At any rate, it was nice visiting with the Bride to Be and her Maid of Honor, who I’ve known for 10+ years, but really only get to see once or twice a year. At any rate, they are both so like family, I might as well say that they are. There is a picture of the three of us, taken after the shower, floating around someone’s camera, so I’m going to have to be a pill until it’s sent to me. I’m looking forward to putting it on the mantle with my other family pictures.
We might as well give this a go; it’s been fun in the past, and I see no reason not to continue it. Though this year, again, I’ll not be registering my name in the annals, so I’m not “competing” for any prize.
I missed Trick-or-Treaters last night. I thought Charlie wouldn’t be home, working on Assistant Band Director Stuff, so I made plans to have dinner at my parents house. I was mistaken, but I still kept my plans, and Charlie painted the front door and passed out candy. We got 26 Trick-or-Treaters, which is far greater than the 0 my parents got, and the 2 Charlie got last year in his apartment complex. But it was way, way less than the anecdotal 200 a colleague told me she got.
On slate for this month is the usual for November: general onset of inclement weather, progression towards the holidays, Thanksgiving, my quitting-smoking anniversary. On the schedule short-term that is different this year is that tomorrow, I’ll be attending a good friend’s wedding shower. I’m looking forward to it.
So there you go. A decent kick off to this month’s NaBloPoMo.