Doing the Charleston
I seem to have gone dead the last month. None of the usual clever buzzings in my head, working a lot and traveling all over the place. I spent last week working about 40 miles north of Atlanta, not doing much besides working, eating and sleeping.
Yesterday, my mom flew down to Atlanta, and my Atlanta brother and I picked her up and we drove to Charleston, SC to visit our middle brother. As we did last year, we’ll spend today watching our Buckeyes (we’re all Ohio State grads) get thrashed by Michigan, then roast oysters over a wood fire.
The last time we were together was last month when my dad died, and it will be interesting to see how the center of gravity of the family has shifted. Mom’s doing pretty well - getting out with friends to see plays, hosting bridge club. (That may seem plucky on her part at first, but you have to realize that bridge winnings are an important income stream for my mother ;-) )
It’s a lot easier to deal with this game here in the Eastern time zone, where kickoff is at 1 pm. We’ve watched it twice before here in Charleston and lost both times. We’re all pretending to be mature, bemused, nonchalant…my bet is one or more of us will be screaming for the coach’s head by halftime. And that’s if we’re ahead, that’s how we Buckeye fans celebrate victory. If my sister in law is smart, she will have acquired a cheap used car for us to roll over and set afire after the game.
