Me and Mary Higgins Clark.

I am back from a one week vacation. Ugh! I was supposed to have today off but there were some scheduling problems and I will save the date for later in the month. I’d like to head north and do some research on my maternal grandfather and great grandmother.

I went up north last week and played golf with my paternal uncle which was fun despite the humidity. We got finished around 3:00 p.m. and headed back to the house. This is the house my deceased (biological) father grew up in. I took a quick shower there and found myself wondering as the water poured over me if he ever showered in this bathroom. The fixtures seem to date the bathroom to late 60’s to early 70’s. 

The bathroom itself is an add-on off the rear of this New Englander style house. There are two rooms in the main section of house and this bathroom opens off the dining room even though it is used as a TV area. I am thinking he had probably already (1973) headed out to Texas when this bathroom was added on.

I sat and chatted with my paternal aunt while my uncle showered so we could go out to eat. I kept looking at the stairway in the tiny front hall and was surprised how the stairway could make three turns in such a tight space.

Anyway, we went out to eat and then I drove across town to B’s house. It really strikes me as odd that (other than my biological father) all these people are still living within a couple of miles where it all began.

I had a nice time there and spent the night. In the morning, B. made eggs, bacon, english muffins for me and her husband. We all headed out for a long walk. We went up to visit with their neighbors who are about my age. They are completely self sufficient and it is fascinating. Chickens, cows and goats. Gardens galore and and a thriving wood business. I am sure it isn’t as easy and fun as it looks. They work hard and they never stopped during the few minutes we were there.

B. did say that she thought this visit must be tough on me. Visiting with both sides. She didn’t want me to feel obligated about visiting or staying over. I told her there was no feeling like that at all.

If I didn’t want to stay over, trust me…I wouldn’t have!

I didn’t sleep well at all. I am fine in hotels but I can’t sleep at people’s houses. B. left a book for me on the night table that they had all read. I read over half of it that night. It was some god awful Mary Higgins Clark piece of crap and they were all raving about it. It was awful and I started to secretly hope the heroine would actually get killed by the crazed killer. Just clonk her over the head for god sakes and put an end to this ordeal!

I know there are a lot of fans on Mary Higgins Clark out there. The woman is a best selling author and I certainly respect that. But really…

So I had a good time but I was sure glad to get home.  I need to catch up on other’s blogs to see what is going down.