The weekend of the Big Ellenberg Reunion has come and gone. The partying started Friday night with Houston, Glynda, Chip, and Anna. We played games, laughed, and caused trouble in general until about midnight, at which point we decided we needed to go get the new Harry Potter. We first tried Barnes and Noble, since I had a copy reserved there. It was a disaster. The line just to get into the store ran out the front, around the side, and to the back of the store. We bought our copies at Books-a-Million.
Saturday, we headed to the reunion. Laura packed a book to read, just in case. The reunion was nice, and went very smoothly. I won’t say anything about weird relatives here, just in case they stumble across this blog. It seemed like most were hanging close to people they knew. I didn’t spend as much time talking genealogy as I had thought – I was almost overwhelmed myself. Early in the day, several kayaks started running the shoals right below the mill. I was quite jealous.
Today was our penultimate Sunday at McCarter. It’s amazing how random comments get twisted. I had mentioned to John that I’d planned to spend more time with family, especially my parents, and that I might go back to school. I had church members coming up to me asking how long my father had been sick, and/or when I would finish my PhD. It’s not wonder this church is in as bad a shape as it is. Communication is only via rumor, and that not being very accurate at all.