Monday, November 21, 2011

Thanksgiving Week at the Homestead

IMAGE: The author in the front yard, dressed in his proverbial sailor suit, 1959.

It took me two days to get ready to leave town, but I'm finally here, in the house where I grew up, in a town on the eastern outskirts of Cincinnati.

The driving was a little rough, with rain or drizzle for half the trip, and thick fog in the mountains of western Maryland and northeastern West Virginia. But tonight I'm here alone at the house, and my parents are at a facility about ten miles from here. I visited them on my way here. I'll spend Thanksgiving dinner with them in their room. This was actually preferable to the dining room, which in the skilled nursing wing has a few people with a few screws loose among them, who take to crying out on a regular basis. Personally, I'd rather sneak them out of the place and go to IHOP, but then there's the insurance risk.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a bottle of wine to polish off before lights out.


truthfinder2 said...

Didn't realize you were a Cincinnati-area native! Hope your visit is blessed! -- Rosemary from Cincinnati

David L Alexander said...

That's right. Cincinnati is home. Raised in Milford, attended St Andrew Church and School, Class of 1969, McNicholas Class of 1973, BS Design from UC in 1978. I'm back in the week between Christmas and New Year's. Give us a holler, and we'll see what we can do about it.

truthfinder2 said...

Sounds good. Will do!