We took the long drive to New Jersey so that we could visit Karen's family over the Easter weekend. Going down wasn't bad—especially considering we made a stop in Westwood to pick up our chocolate bunnies from Conrad's—but the trip back was really long, with three accidents along I-84 in Connecticut. But I'm sure glad we made the trip.
It was great to see everyone again, and on the way to Easter dinner in Hillsborough, we all (and I mean all: five each from the three families, which rarely happens) met at the estate of the late Doris Duke for a nice, long walk around the Duke Farm. It was fascinating, and it felt good to be able to take a walk outside, even with the stiff breeze, without needing a winter coat and heavy gloves. We still have a substantial amount of snow on the ground here at home.
Dinner was wonderful, too, and we got lots of chances to talk together. The only bad part was that it just doesn't happen often enough.
We have a bit more snow today, though I'm hoping it's Winter's last gasp. At least that's what the weather-prdicting folk say, and I'm inclined to believe them, if only to preserve my own sanity.
Such as it is.
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