First, my nephew (who lives in Manhattan) came out for Thanksgiving and there was a truly ferocious Chinese Checkers tournament:
NaNoWriMo this year; it just wasn't all on the same story.)
Then, our friends Mike and Sherry, and their daughter Jesse, came over and we had Thanksgiving.
And then a lot of pie.
On Saturday after Thanksgiving, Mike, Sherry and Jesse joined us again as we headed out east to cut our respective Christmas trees, one of my favorite traditions of the year.
Even though it was bitter, bitter cold
and we took so long dithering over which tree that we got sniped on our first choice. Which turned out to be fortuitous because the tree we ended up with was SUCH a great tree.
Please let the record show that I tried all day to get some semblance of a holiday photo but this was as close as I got:
(Looks like I"ll be sending out a card with the puppy on the cover again THIS year.)
So, then we took a trip into New York City to see The Lion King, courtesy of my parents, who gave us the show as our Christmas present this year. It was phenomenal. I've never seen a show like that--just a totally innovative way to stage the story, using puppetry and really spectacular (but simple) sets.
Why yes, Ana is EIGHT FEET TALL.Then we did some birding, decorated our tree
Edward Kitty is helping to take care of that pesky bubble-wrap problem--might have to click to embiggen to see.
decorated our Gingerbread House
and celebrated Coop's birthday
And then my parents left (twice, actually, since the first time, their flight was cancelled and we got to have them for a bonus night) and I sent them home with a CD of 197 pictures, not one of them with me in it.
Which isn't that unusual because I am almost always the photographer and I like it like that. But it's even LESS important than usual today because I have THIS.
Tara For Whom I Knitted Socks because we had discussed this artist (Lauren Marems) and specifically this print because, um, it's a woman with two orange cats and I'M a woman with two orange cats.
So I gushed all over Facebook and I told Tara she really shouldn't have done something so extravagant but how much I really love that print.
And she said, "Oh, but I didn't! I was but one in a large group of people who love and admire you who felt you deserved a little something special to remind you how much you mean to all of us. Enjoy. And every time you do, you have to say, "I am special. And I am loved." And you can't follow it up with anything snarky. Those are the rules. ♥"
Which made me cry. And blush. And laugh. And feel, in general, like the richest, luckiest woman on earth. To think that a group of women who have never met me in real life would do something so generous and kind is just...well...it makes me...
My heart is so...
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.