Ron and I try to go for a stroll through West Chester on Thanksgiving morning. Usually, town is completely, eerily dead. Since we're always out with our friends for NBT (Night Before Thanksgiving), it's bizarrely odd to see the sidewalks go from totally packed with people on Wednesday night to completely deserted and empty Thursday morning.
|You may recognize this from here ... the seasons change too quickly.|
|Gorgeous window display at Page's, which is actually a stationary store.|
|I really want this chandelier in their other window. Not sure where I would put it though.|
We were out for awhile. I really wish I had pictures from Wednesday for a comparison. Finally, we had to get home to make our share of the dinner side dishes.
We brought roasted brussel sprouts, baked apples with sweet potatoes (first time we had tried it; we all agreed the recipe needs some tweaking), an extra turkey breast with gravy, and an extra pumpkin pie that we didn't need. (Better to have too much pie than not enough.) It was a million degrees in the kitchen--not complaining though because I'm never prepared for the freezing cold.
My mom's table looked really beautiful. She was wondering what to use for table placesettings the day before, but I guess she figured that out overnight:
Of course, I didn't get any pictures of my relatives. What are my photographic priorities here? I guess we all went home in some sort of food coma. Totally worth it.
The Fluffs were on their own Thanksgiving night, and I guess this bothered them to be left out. I came downstairs this morning to find the wishbone from our extra turkey breast on the kitchen floor, clearly gnawed to bits. I don't have pictures of the crime scene, but clearly nobody is feeling guilty about this.
Ron's on his way home from an impromptu football game with a bunch of high school guys, some of whom are here just for the holidays/reunion. Reports are coming in via text (from people who are not even there) that he suffered injuries on the field. Considering that he hasn't played football since the Fall 2000 Turkey Bowl (at the aforementioned high-school-that-won't-go-away), this is unfortunate but not surprising.
It's 2pm and I'm still in pajamas. Time to start my day already. I think it's 60-something degrees outside today? I'm going for a run ...