Home again, home again, jiggedy-jig

So, we're back in Boston. Well, Melrose. Greater Boston, anyway.

We flew in yesterday, which was my grandfather's 80th birthday. The day before yesterday, my grandmother decided to throw him a birthday party. The way the flights worked, it turned out that Lis and I could make it. We went to The Wayside Inn in Sudbury, which is one of those inns in the area that have been around for about three hundred years or so. It's just about a full day's walk from Boston, and a full day's walk from Worchester along the Boston Post Road, which is why it's there. Nowadays, they don't get so much foot travel on the Worchester-Boston route, but they get tourists. The food's real good, too.

'Course, it being Pesach, Lis and I had to be a bit creative, and decide what we wanted to deal with. Mom didn't eat with us there; she decided to just drop by, say happy birthday, and go home to eat. Dad ordered a salmon fillet. Lis ordered a chicken breast and ate around the stuffing, but got enough flavor from it to know that we HAVE to come back some time when it's NOT Pesach. Me, I ordered the pork medalions. I got razzed by my uncle for that one -- the Buddhist uncle who was raised Catholic. But I did avoid most of the chametz, at least. ( What we ate. And why. )

We slept at my parents' house last night because we didn't know if the house would be habitible, and we decided that we'd want to find that out during the day, rather than have me die in the middle of the night. So, after dropping Lis off at work, I went by the house.

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