The totally-confounding-to-learn-as-a-second-language,
English, is back in my blogsphere. Thank you, sire.
I guess you could say that we had a very traditional Thanksgiving.
We were at home
with family and friends,
with 18 lbs. worth of turkey,
with 17 lbs. worth of stuffing,
with gravy,
with rolls,
with baked cranberries,
with jellied cranberries,
with mashed potatoes,
with sweet potatoes,
with apple mallow salad,
with apple walnut salad,
with baked corn,
with broccoli and cheese,
with pumkin pie,
with apple pie,
with cheesecake bars,
with hard-times cake,
with iced tea,
with wassail*,
with coffee,
with Rolaids.
The place was a hornet's nest.
Just take a look for yourself.
A friend of our's climbed up in a tree and cut the limb where this lovely abode ... abode. Pretty cool, huh?
Some of my favorite memories from the day will be visiting and laughing, reading from the Bible, singing some Psalms, and being thankful together.
*Nota bene: "Wassail" according to Samuel Johnson's dictionary is from "waes hael" translated "your health" from Saxon and is a liquour of apples, sugar, and ale (ew), anciently much used by English goodfellows.
Thought you'd want to know that.
Oh yeah, and I did spend the day after Thanksgiving ... shopping.
; )
2 comments:
Woh! Wish I had eaten at your house.
Is that Benjamin? Looks so much like Josh in that picture. He has grown since May!!!
To SOG: Yeah, he's growin' like a weed in spite of missing his granny's cooking. See ya' soon!
To Lucis: No joke - I just happened to be in the mood for shopping this year.
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