The whole Pilkington clan picked me up at the airport in
at a quarter ‘til , Christmas
Eve. It was great to see them; they were all marvelously awake and happy to see
me as well. It’s a good thing Clyde was awake, because
he had to drive nearly three hours in fog, dark, and misting rain. Yummy. We
encouraged him to keep up the good work, but of course did not volunteer to
help him. Clyde kept us between the lines, and we made
it home alive.
I guess you could call Christmas Day “Christmas Day,” if you want to. I have many memories of Christmas Day, as I have told you, but this was December 25. It was what it was, and all one can do is walk through it.
Lynn, Nathan and I drove to
to see “ Greensburg, PA Lincoln.” I loved this
movie. I liked going back to the happier times
of the Civil War.
We had a wonderful meal that evening, and managed a few laughs. (I saw a few people laugh on-screen in the “
movie—even Lincoln—so that proves
people can laugh during wartime. I find that a little wine helps the
|Jake and Richard Schnader, from Lancaster|
|(Click to enlarge)|
Two days ago, seven other visitors came, and they will be here until Tuesday. (I told you we should have revolving doors installed here; well, I did not actually tell you that, but I should have.) Arriving was
Clyde’s daughter Susannah,
her two kids, a friend, a dude, and the friend’s two kids. (I am not too keen
on names yet, as you can tell. I’m working on it. I do know several of the
names, but I don’t want to slight the people whose names I know not, therefore
I will refrain from all names, except that of Susannah, whose name I
know well because I have been hearing it so much. But wait! I have just
discovered the 12 red plastic cups from dinner last night, with everyone’s
names written on them. So I will attempt to match cup names with actual people.
|Saved by the cups.|
|Jessie, Justin, and Susannah.|
(In the background is a small sampling of the
Pilkington & Sons online bookstore stock.)
|Jessie and her daughters Peyton and Ava|
(at this point, not sure which is which).
|Justin and Susannah and their daughters Emma and Isabelle.|
It is fun having a houseful of people. It is helpful, emotionally. As I know I have told you, if I were by myself these days, I would be in bad shape. I would probably walk back to the Civil War, dress in gray, and look for Gettysburg.
Rumor has it that Harsh—the cool guy from
whose last name possibly cannot be spelled in English—is coming for New Year’s.
We are all looking forward to that.
Today, I drive to
for the first time since arriving here, to visit my two sons, Gabe and Paul,
and my sister Kelly. I am looking forward to that.
I am trying to look forward, period.