not home for the holidays

Over the river and through the woods--not to grandmother's house but my daughter's, in the wilds of southeastern Ohio. Not really wild, but very woodsy--a lot of the land down there is National Forest land. I'm not cooking (except for a vegetable and general help in the kitchen). And I won't be writing. When I left Carl someone was trying to inveigle him into giving a talk to the Historical Society on ghosts. But he's lost his verve for ghost hunting. What to do? He'll have to hang in his dilemma until the weekend. Carl hates it when I do this.