This weekend Varun and I packed the car with textbooks, luggage, PB & J sandwiches, and drove to Pennsylvania.
We helped do laundry and cook dinner.
We played board games with my family.
My Dad and I debated the techniques of rolling out pie dough and baked a delicious pumpkin pie.
We spent quality time with my elderly Grandma, hearing her stories about her Grandmother, her years as a school teacher and her worst restaurant experiences. We talked about heaven, and she not-so-subtly asked me if she would see her Great-Grandchildren, (the ones born of me).
We hung out with a long time friend, vacillating between discussing the ridiculous and discussing Church tradition, politics and gun control. We laughed.
I made pasta for lunch and Grandma and I sang along with Pavarotti to her favorite opera, La Donna E Mobile, from Rigoletto.
I didn’t sleep much. I went grocery shopping
too many times. I harassed my teenage brother and his friends. I baked cookies and drank coffee, which I swore off before and after this weekend. We celebrated Canadian thanksgiving with turkey, stuffing and plenty of American sass.
It wasn’t perfect. But it was home and family and delicious fall food.
In other news, I’ve started contributing on Yahoo. My first post, an Autumn haiku, is featured here.