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Dec 22

We are now in Connecticut

To recap: We woke up on Tuesday of last week in Alabama. Wednesday we woke up in Indiana. Thursday, it was Pennsylvania. Saturday we woke up in New Jersey. On Christmas day, we finally woke up in Connecticut, which is where we are spending a few days.

But before all of that … we stopped at the beach. This is Point Pleasant, New Jersey.

And here are a few shots from the shore, before my ears started hurting. This is the beach The Yankee played on with her god-sisters as a child.

It was a beautiful Christmas Eve morning …

But, seriously, the wind made my ears hurt. How often does that happen?

It seems my light jacket wasn’t enough. Go figure.

Also, one wave sneaked up on me. You know how they do, that one ambitious wave works its way farther up the beach than the rest and you have three steps in the water — the cold, cold, water — before you can escape its reach.

It was no warmer in New York, of course. This was one of the views on I-287.

And here’s an almost accidental shot on the Cuomo Bridge. It turns out I really like the cool austerity of the composition.

And then we finally hit the Merritt, and Connecticut. This was Saturday afternoon.

Later that night we went to Christmas Eve services at my in-laws’ church. Before that, there was a mini-concert featuring Ukrainian flautist, Denis Savelyev. He’s won the New York Flute Club Competition, has been named the rising star at the Galway Flute Festival and the 2019 young artist at the National Flute Association here in the U.S. I am assured these are big deals. He is presently doing graduate work at John Hopkins University but, to me, he’s the guy who made the flute solo cool. He also played this.

Christmas morning — our fifth state, fifth bed, in six days — my lovely bride, her parents and I opened presents. It was a pleasant, low key day. Called my mother and called my grandfather. We had a delicious prime rib for dinner. We set up my father-in-law’s gift. He’s very pleased. We’ll finish setting up my mother-in-law’s tomorrow.

And that gets us through the weekend. But now I have to write the post about today.

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Dec 22

Brick Christmas

Today we’re in New Jersey. Us and the cold — and I know no one shivering wants to read about that. We’ve been lucky with the weather all the way around. Oh, it’s cold, but it’s as cold or colder everywhere else. And we’ve only seen flurries. And where we are, in New Jersey, everyone has power.

Christmas in New Jersey is with my lovely bride’s god parents. My god parents-in-law, if you will. There were only 10 of us there today, where there are usually 15. But the day, which is always great fun, goes like this.

You go inside and up the stairs, hugs and handshakes, and then you look for the pickle. The Christmas pickle is a lesser known tradition. Seems to stem from some Germanic origin, or late 19th century marketing. (And if I had a nickel for every time something without a clear provenance was possibly attributed to those two things … )

This tree has two pickles on it, and if you find them, you are due a year of good fortune. Everyone always finds both pickles. That’s family for you.

I also spend a few minutes studying all of the other ornaments. The godparents-in-law have an interesting collection.

There are hor’dourves. After your first experience with this particular party’s habits, you know precisely where to sit. And, of course, they changed up which end of the table would have the shrimp. I was out of position. There are presents, one person at a time, youngest to oldest. I’m sixth of the 10 present today, so I’m above the mean and the median. Yikes.

(When all 15 people are here, I sit 10th.)

Later there’s a lasagna dinner, which is one of the highlights of the Christmas season. My godfather-in-law is a third generation Italian immigrant, and he knows what he’s doing. And we all love him for it. My mother-in-law always brings the Christmas Crackers, a thing which I’d never known about until my first Brick Christmas in the oughts. This year’s Crackers had some bad puns and good trivia. We all took turn reading those.

After dessert one of the kids suggested the board game Blank Slate. Never heard of it. Had a blast. Everyone did, old and young.

And that’s Brick Christmas, it’s always great fun for everyone.

We’re staying in New Jersey tonight. Pull out bed in the downstairs den. I fear that my back will never be the same.

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Dec 22

On our first full day in Pennsylvania we went to … Delaware

Delaware is a fine state, and it’s just across the border. Indeed, the last time I was in this part of Pennsylvania we jogged across the state line. That was just to be able to say I’d done it. (One of several state lines I’ve ran or rode a bike across.) But today, we did it for a more sensible reason: to save on sales tax.

So, yes, a few more Christmas presents, then. And then some stocking stuffers. Someone who occasionally reads this site was on today’s list, so I’ll say no more.

Also … if you’re the sort who can’t wait to spell out on social media the Christmas presents you got for anyone older than 10, don’t do that.

With that done, we sought out lunch. We settled on the same place we had dinner last night. California Tortilla, a fast casual Mexican-adjacent style restaurant. (We ordered different things today, of course.) Have you been to a Moe’s or a Qdoba or Chipotle? You’ve had a lesser, but similar version of this place. On a wall where you order there’s an enlarged photo advertising their catering. (They do weddings!) The photo has a bride holding the familiar overstuffed burrito. She’s about to bite into the center of it. Her adoring new husband looks on and we’re left to wonder if she really bit it, right there, in her dress, or that was just a careful pose.

If you eat a burrito like an ear of corn salsa is going everywhere.

On the opposite wall is this sign.

And below it … this seems unsanitary, somehow.

How many of those bottles, do you suppose, should be refrigerated? To say nothing of the many hands making germy work.

We were discussing the ranking of these sorts of restaurants, and I only share this in case you are confronted with unknown opportunities, and to point out that The Yankee is mistaken. The official order of this genre goes like this.

5. Moe’s
4. Qdoba
3. Chipotle
2. Cal Tort
1. Willy’s

She thinks California Tortilla is in the top spot, but she was hungry when she said that, so it could be a blood sugar thing.

The Yankee’s god-sister and god-husband-in-law took us to White Dog Cafe — five locations in the greater Philadelphia area — for dinner. I had the farmer’s pie.

It’s a shepherd’s pie, but with better mashed potatoes, proper zesty mushrooms and some serious carrots. I’d get that again. Later, more cards with the kids. Because, sure, I can get beaten up around a kitchen table two nights in a row.

Tomorrow, more Christmas, but somewhere else!

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Dec 22

Another travel day

We woke up this morning in Alabama, had a light breakfast and eventually pulled our things together for the car. We went to Publix for our traditional lunch sandwiches.

Man, I miss Publix.

Gassed up, spent a little more time with my mother and also my grandfather. And then it was seven hours back up the road. Our only stop was a brief visit to see a friend in Nashville.

The Yankee said she didn’t want to get in at 9 p.m. because we had to unpack and repack and prepare for more travel. This is reasonable and practical, as my lovely bride is a reasonable and practical person. So we got back to the house at about 9:45 p.m.

Last week the government announced more free at-home Covid tests. I jumped onto the website and ordered our tests. I also filled out the form my mother, my grandfather and my in-laws. On Sunday, I think it was, I saw that the tests would be shipped out starting Monday. And when we got to the house tonight, there they were.

Some government efforts are helpful and efficient, and it’s worth pointing those out, too. You can get yours right here.

You know what else is helpful? I wisely did all of my laundry last week. So now I only have to pack for another week on the road.

Fortunately for me, I am a retired professional suitcase manager. My speciality was overpacking. So, if you will, pardon me while I go do that now.

More tomorrow. If you have some more time to kill right now, however, there’s always more on Mastodon.

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Dec 22

Early holidays

We are enjoying an early Christmas in Alabama, where the sky is blue …

… and the present of choice is quality time. After church yesterday, we had an afternoon with family. Lunch, presents, dominos. The food was good, the presents were simple and The Yankee and I got crushed at dominos by my mother and grandfather.

I think he’s a ringer.

And, oh, how they delight in beating us. We play this game every visit, now, and I think we’ve won one game, perhaps two. Definitely no more than that.

My grandfather and I got matching novelty ties from my mother.

This glittery, oversized, ridiculous tie-shaped material is on a loop of elastic, is in no way a tie and, given how often you’d have occasion to wear such a thing, ought to last me eight or nine years.

Also, the rare food photo. Saturday she made a chicken pot pie. It had an expression, right until I stabbed it in the eye.

Ran a few errands today. Bank, post office, another bank. There are always banks. The Yankee and I went for a run at the nearby high school. Well, she ran. There’s a track around their practice football field and someone left a football on the field, so I just worked on my punts. Ya know, in case it ever comes up that someone needs an emergency punter and they somehow lose the phone number of every punter in the world.

The good news is that I can still punt my age in yardage — but only just! — the bad news is that you may as well be kicking field goals for all the good I’d do you. Also, I was doing this in running shoes, rather than cleats. So add on a few yards, and let’s all pretend I’m still young. I am still young.

Anyway, everyone is well here. We’re having a lovely time and I’ve only had to climb up a ladder three times and do just a few light chores to help out. I always suggest the making of a list, let me know if I should bring some work clothes or some special tool or whatever, but I got off easy this time.

It really is Christmas! (And the real gift is quality time.)

We have to leave tomorrow, as our travels continue, and the weather is coming in. Our time to visit is short, but our visit is wonderful.

I hope the most appropriate part of that sentence for your holidays applies as necessary.