Our day was quiet yesterday. I had opted for a low-key holiday. Maralton is still packing and we agreed that she shouldn't come down just for the holiday. So it was just the three of us. The Dude and I celebrated alone for many years. So I told E that we were going to share that with her, it would be just us. As long as Santa arrived, I think she was cool with it. My wishes were respected and there were no presents other than a coffee mug and a thermos. I bought suet for The Dude. A few things in our stockings. I was feeling a bit of financial pinch this year as well. I think almost everyone is.
The Dude's father has been in the hospital for a couple of weeks now, with pneumonia and drainage and infection that wouldn't settle. On Tuesday they did a procedure under local to try and alleviate the problem. The Dude went up Monday night by train, arrived before the surgery. On Wed morning his father was stable and he took a train home, arriving at about 11pm on the 24th. E and I drove into DC to pick him up. His mother called 12 hours later. His dad had worsened in the early morning hours and the hospital was concerned. I put The Dude back on a train yesterday afternoon. He arrived at the hospital shortly before his dad passed away last night around 10:30.
E and I will drive to pick him up tomorrow, continue on to Nahant on Sunday. We'll pack and load Maralton the rest of the way and drive home on New Year's Eve.