The Fam is In the House

Mom and Dad got here early this afternoon. They have successfully negotiated the roadways between Wilmington, DE and Ellicott City, MD. That is no mean feat when you consider that congestion in my hometown occurs when the high school football or basketball game lets out or when your neighbor is pulling his combine across the road to get to the next field over. Oh yeah, sometimes a train will back up things for a few yards too.

We've dropped Pookums off at the face fairy to get her stage makeup done. We've taken her to dress rehearsal (now in process) and stopped by two important places on the way home. The first was Crossroads Pub in downtown Dayton, MD. There Dad dined on crab cakes while I had fried oysters. A love pat for our tummies. Next was the quaint store at the corner of Triadelphia and Ten Oaks. There we stocked up on the elixirs of life: Jim Beam Black, a local wine, and a Belgian ale. Did I mention that Pops happily sprung for the chow and the provisions. Family is important. Family is good. Generous family is beyond words!

Tomorrow, a little rest, a little visiting, and the arrival of the sistas. Susie flies in from Orlando and Beth and kids drive in from Pennsylvania. Mrs. C (the one I married, not the one who married my father) is downstairs even now preparing the lasagna. Then we take our stuffed selves to the high school auditorium to watch Pookums and Crew step lively.

Saturday we had something planned ... and there is a present in the back seat of the truck I need to wrap. The two are somehow related. ... It will come to me.

Be well.