Although I already blogged below about getting all the Thanksgiving fuss put away and the Christmas stuff out for the first go-'round, I decided Thanksgiving deserved better than this. It was a great day, and one of the few times we get together with anyone other than our little nuclear family.
Alex got to shoot hoops, play PIG actually, with his cousin Brian, 27. Alex of course insisted he did not need a coat, even though the snow started sticking later. Honestly, isn't shooting hoops no matter the weather such a Hoosier tradition? Brian's kids, Chloe, 6, and Logan, 4, were a treat, and Logan decided I needed a nametag that said "Derek" stuck to me for no apparent reason.
Mostly I love this picture of my DH's mother Peg (left), just simply because she is 88 and looks fabulous and is fabulous. Here, she's schooling her daughter, Judi, 61, on the fine art of gravy. I mean, who knows how to make gravy anymore? I swear cooking is a skill that is dying. The X-'ers and Y-'ers and even the Me Too gen just simply were raised on convenience foods. Most of my younger co-workers, even in their mid-30's, do not know how to cook and therefore, just don't. What will their kids do?
Judi has a fake cat, Thomas, which Lilly was checking out. Judi doesn't realllly like real cats, truth be told.
And lastly, a picture of horizontal stripes gone horribly wrong....happy Thanksgiving. For all this, I am thankful.
