On Holiday

We’re heading for Richmond, where life is so deliciously boring. Richmond, where there are no medical projects for poor, frazzled Demetrios, only the book to write, more or less at leisure; Richmond, where the absence of Kostas will not be so keenly felt; Richmond, which escaped the Hurricane’s wrath; Richmond, where life isn’t as hard for most people as it is for most people here, and where the people are nowhere near any boiling point even if they ought to be. Peaceful, sedate Richmond. Ahhhh.

Time to get back for Jackson’s second birthday on the 14th and Kelly’s eleventh birthday on the 16th. Time to hurry back and vacuum up all the spiders that will have taken over our house and do some grocery shopping and otherwise prepare to host Thanksgiving for my mother and brother, for Barbara’s husband and daughters, for whoever else we can persuade to come.

I don’t know how soon I can update this blog, but if it should be a longish time, let that not be cause for anyone to worry.

America, here we come; let the vacation begin!