the party at the sinclair’s is winding down. this one lasted longer then normal. two of the cars were shoveled out this afternoon and one still sits across the street. coats, shoes, phones, and bags are all lying around, forgotten by the owners. the family room is now missing the “young men” who were here just a bit ago.
a talk with my brother-in-law last night and an email from my sister today has me feeling good. i like my family… alot. and i don’t just think they’re the best — i know they’re the best. don’t you?
julia is in the kitchen washing the griddle that i got out to make grilled cheese sandwiches for the hungry people and she has borrowed music playing. jamie is quickly trying to figure out what his evening plans are and i’m glad that i’ve already decided and don’t have to think about it. i’ll be going with my family to the Moira Christmas Dinner. i’ll then be coming home and staying here. if you want to see me, i’ll be here, but i’m not going anywhere afterwards.