I’m writing this post from Chicago, where my (large) extended family is congregating for a long weekend gathering (no, no open houses this Sunday).
The logistics are a bit daunting:
16 people total, 5 couples/families, located in 5 different cities, encompassing three different time zones.
One of the silver linings to all of the above is that it solves some scheduling issues.
Like, normally my parents — the early birds of the family — like to rise before 7 a.m.
Meanwhile my (40 year-old) baby sister likes to “get going” around 10 a.m. (she crashes around 3 a.m.).
If everyone lived in the same city, there would inevitably be tension about when to meet for breakfast.
Not in Chicago.
Nine a.m. local is actually 7 a.m. for my parents (on Phoenix time), and 10 a.m. for my nocturnal sister on “Manhattan time.”
Voila! Everyone’s happy!
At least the first day . . .