It’s almost time for bed, but I wanted to post a couple of photos to the blog and write about our happy Christmas. Fran and Rhiannon and I are in Hampton, Virginia, visiting my father.
We exchanged gifts; as usual, my loot consisted mostly of media, from The Origin of Fire by Anonymous 4, to Quantum Theology by Diarmuid O’Murchu, to — lest anything think I’m all work and no play — Ratatouille. After the presents were all unwrapped, Fran got out her guitar (an “early” gift from my sister-in-law Julie) and we all sang Christmas carols.
Later in the afternoon my niece Beth Ann came down from Richmond and we went out for dinner at a Chinese restaurant (the only place in town we knew would be open).
This is our first Christmas since losing Mom. I was braced for it to be a toughie, but I think everyone was just happy to be together. We knew Mom was with us in spirit.