We have spent every Thanksgiving for the last 20 or so years up in the mountains at Lake Arrowhead. We headed out this morning with clouds looming on the horizon.
We’re here now. It’s raining with a little hail. We probably won’t get snow.
Usually we have about 20 people here for Thanksgiving, because we have another family (and their kids and grandkids) who also come up, but this year there are only five of us. It feels weird. I don’t think I’ve had a Thanksgiving with so few people since geez I don’t know when. Even the year I lived in the UK, they invited all the American students down to London and fed us a big Tday dinner to try to fight homesickness. I think it actually made it worse for most of us.
Right this minute I’m recovering from trying to teach my daughter how to embroider onto the wool felt balls from a previous post…of course, she’s starting really tiny and it’s probably a little more difficult than it needs to be. We’re using the Quilting Arts Gifts magazine for a couple of projects that she wants to make as Christmas presents. I’m actually trying to quilt, but can’t do much while she needs hands-on attention, so I’ll do that later. She doesn’t usually focus on any given project for long, so that works out OK. I don’t remember what I was like back then, if I was like her or not. I know I was sewing a lot of my own clothes at her age and I would do that for hours. Sounds crazy now.
Earlier they were having a contest to see who could catch more popcorn in their mouth.
Notice all the popcorn on the floor. Don’t worry. The dogs took care of it. Ah. The girlchild gave up on stitching and is now napping. Or she may be watching HGTV. I think she may be addicted. I should go quilt. More later…
