Well, I’m home and still having a pretty good time.
Christmas eve was a great night. My grandmother and I headed down to my aunt’s house. She lives in a cabin dubbed “Lonesome Pine.” Beautiful does not begin to explain what her house looked like for the holidays. She made dinner and provided some libations for a wonderful evening.
After dinner, we headed back north to make it back in time for midnight Mass at the church where I had grown up. I went to Catholic school for 12 years and this was something that used to be such a huge part of me.
Mass went well, but on the way there, my grandmother and I had a hilarious conversation… well hilarious to me anyways.
“You look so nice. You know, we don’t have to rush out right after Mass if there is anyone you want to talk to afterward,” she said.
This is funny on many levels. 1.) my grandmother hates to stay after Mass. She usually wants to get home. 2.) this is my grandmother’s way of saying, “You are single and if there is some cute girl is at Mass and you want to talk to her… you should… that way you can date a good Catholic girl and not some heathen.” 3.) Or she is saying, “I’m not gonna live forever… get a move on.”
Well, Mass went fine, and while I did see many people I remembered from home, it was nice to duck out right after. This way, the people who really want to talk to me know how to get a hold of me… and those who don’t won’t.
Christmas day came and went without a hitch as well… AND THE PACKERS CREAMED THE BEARS! – Which is always good news.
My foot pain is back. Looks like I’m going to be headed back to the doctor while I am home.