All the fun people who stayed with us the week before and after Thanksgiving went home. This was the most hectic and satisfying November holiday we’ve ever had. There is one thing I would have changed, and that is cousin Debi’s overnight stay in the hospital on her way here. We were sorry to lose a day of visiting, but we were thankful she was fine.
It would have been great to have a laugh-meter to measure our mirth. I don’t know why we found so many things amusing, but we did and usually do. The turkey was perfect, serving us twice with a half cup left over. I think it fed 13 in total. Wouldn’t it be nice if all turkeys were so well-behaved? Stuffing was another matter. We need to buy some chicken to make the quart of it disappear.
I thought life might become a bit boring after Thanksgiving, but it didn’t. A couple we have begun to know at church sat in the pew in front of us. What a surprise it was to see them heading to the front door of a restaurant across town as we pulled into the parking lot! Linda and Gil invited us to share a table, and we had a delightful meal together. While they waited for me to finish eating, Gil told a story while folding a napkin. He is an illusionist, occasionally giving the children’s sermon in church, using magic to make a point. Everyone sits up to see what he will do. At the table he tore up the folded napkin and used the pieces to finish telling the story. What fun! I took photos, but I did not ask their permission to post them. A woman at the next table spoke to Gil as we got up. She had enjoyed his story, too.
Monday, neighbor Shawn asked if we would be home at school bus time, in case she didn’t get back from an appointment in time to get Logan. I texted her that we would be home all day and might get lonely by afternoon. She sent a grin back and said Logan had missed us. Logan probably asked to come over to see us during the past two weeks, and his parents would have told him to stay away because we had company. Shawn was back in time for the bus. John was outside raking leaves, and Logan joined him.
Logan raked and said it was fun to use the wheelbarrow. He offered to wheel the leaves down to the burn pile. John went with him the first time or so, and then they took turns. John said he handled it skillfully all by himself. He takes after his practical, hard-working parents. The November holiday may be over, but life in the mountains continues to delight us.