My dear, sweet mother, wearing the souvenir my sister brought her from her trip to New Orleans in May:
All was quiet on the western front; no drama to speak of & a generally mellow time was had by all. My grandpa C. (mom's dad) didn't come, supposedly due to his gout acting up. (It wouldn't act up if he laid off the hooch but that's another story for another day.) It was the 1st T-day since my grandma C.'s passing in April so I can understand if he was sad; we all noticed the empty feeling. For me it was helping my mom set the table in the kitchen for the buffet (we've always done it this way; you take what you want & eat in the dining room) & noticing the absence of g-ma's homemade apple pie. She may have been pretty well handicapped in her last few years but she still made the best apple pie.
It was Vid & I's first T-day as a married couple. Actually, it was his first one with my family since when we were engaged last year but he wasn't able to come since we were living in the Midwest & I came home for my 10th high school reunion over T-day weekend. He ate more than his share of turkey (he eats meat every so often but not at home; I'm a total veggie) & slept like a log that night, as did the dog, who got the rare table scrap from my mom & sister because of his cuteness factor.
I can hardly believe Christmas is less than a month away! We will be putting up our small, fake tree next weekend; other than that, I'm not going crazy with holiday decorations. We are going to a performance of Handel's "The Messiah" in a few weeks & I'm going to try to get tickets to the Boston Ballet's "Nutcracker". I will also be taking my husband to Lasalette Shrine to see the lights & to midnight Mass so he can attempt to sing along to the Christmas carols beforehand. My Hindu hubby is more into the season than I am; kind of sad really. Maybe I'll get back into it when we have children & Santa becomes "real" again.