There was a mother-daughter day of shopping, where we experienced an odd version of salesmanship when an employee spotted us grimacing at the smell of one of the candles. She bustled over and took us through a tour of some of the candles she thought were even stinkier. Such honesty was refreshing as this season of uber-shopping begins.
There was a whole-family pilgrimage to the museum, where Horton braved the cold -
and the dinosaur – like the tropical creature he is – was dressed for the weather.
Other residents were there to greet us as well.
alive. . .
Now reminders from Thanksgiving fill the mind with memories, the idle hours with activity, and the belly with good hot soup.
|The snowman that was.|
|The laundry that is.|
|The turkey bone soup that makes it all worthwhile.|