This was just one of those weekends that was so largely positive that I cant really define it properly, and for that, I am sorry. Justins wedding was beautiful, flawless and amazing–the joining of two people that are obviously meant to be together. It was a great honor to be included, not only as a guest but as a participant, a member of the wedding party.
I also got to see family this weekend–the first time my whole family was in a house together since July is never a bad time. Besides immediate family, there were the Sylvas represented in 75% force, all of the Whaleys and Nana and Papa, who, although they hate SE Pennsylvania and Northern Delaware for all the ways its not Syracuse, made the effort to come and were appreciated for it.
I made Katie help me with yardwork, of which we got oodles completed, we had a fire or two and I got to spend a little time doing a bunch of little things that I miss, like appreciating the silence. It makes me think, however, about the time when I was going home all the time (since Im home three out of four weekends in November) and thats not so good. It helps me to understand that everythings not perfect, that, while I know itll never be perfect, its got a long way to go before it gets to as good as it can be, and thats unfortunate.
Anyway, thats a rant for another time. Im coming up with an idea for a story that I can write in some sort of serial manner, and thats cool because I havent thought about writing like this in a long time. Maybe something will come of it, maybe it wont, but its worth thinking about.