Going away and coming together again makes time together more fun. This past weekend, my husband and I visited the beach. Hugh surfed Hurricane Bill (I like to think my dad sent those wonderful waves as a gift to us). Mom enjoyed a peaceful weekend at home and had drinks and dinner with my friend, Peggy, who has become a "dear one" to my mother these days. Last night, we arrived home late. Mom was up waiting for the latest episode of MadMen in her bedroom. Mary had just returned home from a camping trip. At ten, Mary and I rushed upstairs and plopped on Mom's bed where we all watched this decadent show, gasping from scene to scene, laughing at each other's reactions. It's nice to be home again.
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