Unexpectedly pleasant

Visits home are undertaken out of obligation, guilt, and in response to crises or long absences. They aren't expected to be fun or interesting or relaxing. In fact, quite the opposite.

So when the first trip in forever appeared to be mildly restful and remarkably stress-free, I was suspicious, expecting the roof to fall in any moment. As the weekend (short as it was) unfolded, however, with pleasant discourse and somewhat a sense of camaraderie, zero recriminations and unbarbed exchanges of at least partially sincere compliments, I grew more comfortable. It was if we all made the silently unanimous decision not to recall past strife. Not to say there weren't minor annoyances (but, HA! my dithering inability to choose or decide are come by honestly, you see!) and irritations, but that's to be expected with the close-quarters juxtaposition of multiple grating personalities. It probably didn't hurt that the weather on the second day was absolutely perfect - the kind of New England weather that one could live and die for (79 degrees, blue-blue skies pouring forth cheerful sunshine dappled by wispy clouds, rollicky breezes that blow silkily across your cheek, stunningly humidity-free) and happily spend either outdoors puttering around (on the new riding lawnmower toy!) or indoors talking and napping.

Also, the taped opening ceremony of the Olympics was totally worth watching.

So, to sum up, much quality time was spent, and for now, we are all content.