Whew! That was a long but savored blog-break. Thank you, Person Currently Reading This, for currently reading this. I’m not planning to disappear for so long again.
Of course, it was Christmas and New Year’s Eve. As I alluded to previously, Deepak and I have a young tradition of spending Christmas Eve and my aunt and uncle’s house in Manhattan Beach, then flying out Christmas Day to see his family. The trip back to New England (where his family lives) requires us to muster up our long-mothballed old winter clothes — what’s left of them after living for years and in several different residences in Southern California, at least — and steel ourselves for a week or so of early sunsets (3p in Boston is, lighting-wise, practically the middle of the night!) and well-intentioned but taxing familial scrutiny.
Now, the familial scrutiny from Deepak’s side of the family isn’t like the kind from mine. Pu family relatives can tend to gawk, point and remain eerily silent, until they leave your sight and your ears practically combust off the side of your head due to your being feverishly discussed behind closed doors.
On the other hand, Deepak’s family has been effusive and attentive each time I’ve seen them. I’ve met most of them before, so on this latest trip, it was a combination of saying hello again to some and being warmly introduced to others.