Thankful for a Rest

Dear Erin,

Well, Thanksgiving was fun, wouldn’t you say? A beautiful day, with a bit of frost and the smell of roasting turkey in the air, it was nearly like living in a Norman Rockwell painting. That doesn’t happen very often.

It almost seemed like the holiday stretched over the whole week, actually. It was full of family get-togethers from Sunday on, and baking and cooking almost all week as well, culminating of course in yesterday’s feasting. And I don’t know about you, but I need a break! Although it was awesome to see so many friends and family, especially since I probably won’t get to visit with many of them again until about this time next year.

I’m so glad getting up in the middle of the night to fight crowds for “deals” is NOT a part of our traditions. (No saving of money to buy things I don’t need could compensate me for crowds of people in the cold, dark dregs of night. I have nightmares in which hell bears some resemblance to such a scene. Seriously.)

So I think today should be a recovery day. A day of knitting, reading, and enjoying more sunshine.


All the dishes are done, and the house is pretty much cleaned up from yesterday. We might go for a good long walk with the dogs while the Munchkin rides her bike. Or work (play) in Dad’s yard.


The pies could probably be finished today.


And then there are all the other leftovers.


That looks like a multi-day project.



Dear Kristen,

Tomorrow we celebrate what we’re thankful for – and there’s plenty to fit that category.

What am I thankful for?  Here’s a small sampling of five –

  1. Jesus
  2. Family
  3. Being an American, a Floridian, and a Virginian
  4. Laughter
  5. Munchkin’s morning jam sessions


Visiting Hours

Dear Erin,

Unfortunately, I haven’t gotten to see it yet myself. Our Saturday travel didn’t work out exactly as planned. After leaving the house at 5:15 am, we didn’t get out of town until nine, maybe. That delay caused a chain reaction, and we touched down in Jax at half past eleven at night instead of seven. Maybe tonight.

Setting that aside, it’s already been a satisfying trip. Yesterday we worshipped with our old church and got to catch up with old friends at lunch. Dinner was spent with family, some we haven’t seen in months, (maybe longer on Charles’s part). So we’ve gotten a jump on the visiting already. Have spent this morning recovering, necessary since things will pick up again soon and not slacken off until, well maybe until we leave. I’m not used to all this socializing.

I’m sorry I don’t have much of interest or excitement to tell you. Life right now is bounded by the embrace of family, and our family isn’t terribly dramatic, touch wood. But it is actually quiet at the moment, and I feel I should take advantage of it. Might need to go back to bed for a nap.


Dear Kristen,

I’m looking forward to Saturday’s episode of Doctor Who as well, though I won’t be able to watch it on Saturday.  Hey!  You want to watch it for a second time with me for my first and then tell me what you think?  That would be fun.  And let’s have some turkey and apple pie to watch it with.

Or popcorn.

Anyways, this week has been good overall but I must admit that I feel a little blah.  I don’t know if that’s  a result of this being a week sandwiched between two vacation adventures or the way the weather is switching up daily (cold, hot, cold, rainy, warm – make up your mind!) that’s given me a cold, or what.  But I’m tired.  Even after getting a whopping 11 hours one night this past weekend – tired again.

I just want to put off all the things that need to get done, watch some Pride and Prejudice BBC style and consume foods that I shouldn’t.  But alas, that doesn’t seem to be in the cards.

But that’s okay, because Thanksgiving is just around the corner and that means adventures and fun!  Do the work I do now, the attempts to clean and NOT procrastinate mean that I’ll have less to deal with during the holiday – and that is a great thing.

Specially, ’cause there will be pie. And popcorn.


An oldie – but goodie.

Waiting for Saturday

Dear Erin,

What with everything ramping up for the holidays, and having a limited amount of time in which to take care of business before we jet off again, I haven’t been doing much of interest this past week. Listening to Dracula (apparently the only way I’m ever going to get through that book; I tried reading it a bunch of times and was never successful), sorting through fabric and yarn for a church ministry (just opened a box that smells like mothballs; makes the tossing part of the sort much easier), taking the car in for a recall (the dealer sent us two desperate, neon-colored postcards asking us to to do so, and I figured I’d better see if it was anything important).

One thing I’m not really accomplishing is catching up on the TV we missed while we were gone. Mostly this is because we’re busy doing things and living life instead, and there’s no time to catch up. Also, of course, it keeps piling up, making the task that much bigger day by day. As time passes, I’m less inclined to bother, to be honest, and this may turn out to be a week that seriously reduces my ties to the boob tube.


Well, there is a big thing going on in my television world this week. It may just be that this big thing is currently trumping all the shows I have less interest in, and that it’s just a temporary blip that’s distorting my interests. I will admit that I’m pretty darn excited. Saturday marks the 50th anniversary of the premiere of Doctor Who, and there will be a new episode to mark the occasion. [Cue happy dance.] All week the BBC’s marketing department has been rolling out the hoopla, and most of that I’m trying to avoid [Spoilers]. But the actual episode? Counting the hours.

The problem with these occasional, much-hyped bursts of entertainment gold is that I never know how I feel about them when I actually watch them. It used to be this way with the latter Harry Potter movies. I’d go in all het up and be totally unable to process what I actually thought about it. (Never had that problem with the books, though.) Now, Doctor Who has taken that over. Kind of embarrassing, but that’s how it is.

So, assuming I get to see it on Saturday, don’t bother asking me what I’ve thought about it. I’ll probably have to have a few days to process and probably a second viewing before I know what I really think. In the meantime, BBC America has devoted its programming hours entirely to the last 8 years of the show, and I can get as much of a fix as I want before then.

Assuming life doesn’t get in the way.

See you on the other side.