All in all, I survived the weekend. I'm certainly not complaining. Staying in what I'm sure is a multi-million dollar house overlooking a harbor in Rockport, MA certainly isn't anything to complain about. There are ten of us for the weekend and we've been fighting with the weather since Friday and only amongst ourselves a little bit.
As much as I'm thrilled to be on vacation, to be away from work, I am missing a lot of things about home. Even in the sunstreaming morning hours, walking up and down Bearskin Neck I was thinking about home. I was thinking about the radio show Tuesday night and some of the people I've not seen for a while. I was thinking about people I want to see more than I have in the past.
It took us a little too long to get here. Thanks to a closed Mass. Pike. So what should have been a 2.5 hour trip took us right around 6. It rained, it poured, I'm surprised we didn't see locusts at one point. I was not pleased with our map by the end of the day.
We had amazing food, amazing drink, and some good ol' fashioned family gathering fun. Complete with cranky people and the complications of mobilizing 10 people in multiple cars to all go to one place. It worked out just fine, all in all.
So congratulations to my grandparents. 60 years is a long time. It's even longer to be married. We made it through a weekend together. And those smiles are worth a 12 hour drive.
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