A good vacation makes you long for home. By that definition, our Thanksgiving getaway was a phenomenal success.
Although we were in one of the more beautiful places in the western states -- sorry, Fresno, I'm talking about Lake Tahoe -- and the air was stunningly warm, I never ventured outside. I had a lot to do in the kitchen, definitely, but I had also developed cold and flu symptoms and felt like death warmed over each afternoon, so I tended to view a hike in the woods as a probable death march.
The Great Indoors was a grand place to be, however. I hear there were six bedrooms and four bathrooms, but I don't know because I never ventured to the ground level rooms. I was afraid I would need a search party to find me and guide me back, and I didn't think I could count on my family to make that phone call, so I stayed upstairs. I did check out the basement, which had a wet bar, a fridge, billiards, a poker table, three futon couches, satellite TV, a DVD player, a fireplace, and a dry sauna. There was Not. One. Reason for my children and their cousins to come upstairs, unless you factor in the need for food.
Ah, food. Because of our rampant Thanksgiving feasting I have added another ply to my winter dermal layer, and will continue the lamination process until New Years. If, by that date, I have not burst at the seams nor been dragged (by a necessarily big tractor) to an overeaters intervention, I suppose I will return to a more healthful eating style. For now, come on Christmas! Bring on the food coma.
This is one of the two refrigerators, packed to the gills:
And here is the freezer:
Hardly seems a fair distribution of the work load, does it?
Overheard: the youngest child, my 5-year-old nephew, addressing my husband: "You have a really big head. Everybody says so." This is the culprit here, under the pool table:
And here is a little Laurie pictorial, Saturday night:
Please try to ignore the sea of bottles and glasses in front of me . . . and behind me. Some of them were coffee related, ahem. So. The big turkey carnage is over once again, and we are home. I'm sick, again, still, and I'm having trouble thinking straight. Gimme a few days.
One more picture, to sum it all up:
Yup, another turkey.
(Many thanks to our new family friend Craig for the wonderful pictures.)