Krissie: The winter hammock

Sorry I didn’t get on before now, but I jumped out of bed and into my car and spent the day driving down to Princeton. I suppose i could have posted if I stopped for lunch, but I didn’t.
Here now, though. Got a bit weepy driving into Princeton, since this is where I grew up and this is where my mother lived the majority of her life. But I got past it. I’m staying with Mini-me in her father’s Princeton mansion — a gorgeous house made even more gorgeous by Ted’s wife, Laura. They’ve always treated me like family, bless them, and we’ll have Moo’s reception here afterwards.
The house was built in the 1920s, with a slate roof and god knows how many bedrooms. And in between the living room and the hall is a small passageway that has a chaise. Laura calls it the winter hammock, because it’s a great place to hang out and read or doze. It’s also a great place to write — I’ve written thousands and thousands of words here, and I don’t get down here that often. It’s got just the right vibe for working.
I’m pretty damned tired, though, so I don’t know if I’ll actually get much work done tonight. I had the supreme joy of listening to SEP’s newest, THE GREAT ESCAPE (SEP being Susan Elizabeth Phillips). I can’t listen to her when I go to bed because then I never fall asleep and I’ve had enough sleepless nights recently.
The first half is fabulous! Can’t wait for the rest.
In the meantime, Mini-me and her half-brother Ashton are in the library, chatting up a storm (I promised Laura I’d let them bond) and I’m all comfy cozy on the winter hammock. Tomorrow I have to go meet with the minister for a last minute … whatever. Then Mini-me and I go out get the bulletins printed and buy flowers, etc. I suspect this is going to be a real burnout.
I may just drive halfway home on Monday after the reception. Ted and Laura are about to leave for Paris so I need to vacate the premises, but I’m not sure I’ll have the energy to drive all the way back. I’m feeling slightly fragile emotionally already, and I’m not expecting Monday to be a barrel of laughs, particularly since that’s where we had my father’s service.
And I kind of expect this might be my last trip to Princeton. With Mini-me’s family moving there’ll be no one left to see. Weird to think of turning my back on a place that’s been so much a part of my life.
Ah, well. Tomorrow I’ll tell you what I’m wearing around my neck. (Well, Crusie can probably make a horrified guess). Nothing but bad times ahead until Monday’s over).