Monday, December 2, 2019

The T-Day

Now that was a self-respecting weekend.

We were so happy to have this kid with us this weekend . . .

. . . and this kid too.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Shall I start from the top? And give a quick, one-word-each chronological Thanksgiving-in-Photos?

Let's do it.

Prepping.

Snacks.

BigCacti.

Dawnie.

Vulcan.

BestGuestsEver*

*Okay. I've changed my mind about this whole one-word business. Let's be reasonable, people. Let's go with two words. Or maybe even three ...

Turkey Carving.

(Yes. I have approximately two skills on this planet and one of them is Mad Carving Skillz. I know.)

Welcome . . .

Paydirt.

Soup Victory.

The next day.

Dutch Luncheon . . .

. . . best lighting in New London . . .

. . . Ma Peeps.

And then . . .

Art Shopping . . .

. . . combined with Art Buying . . .

. . . combined with shenanigans . . .

. . . combined with uncle-and-niecie-poo-cuteness.

. . . combined with mom-and-dad-cuteness . . .

. . . combined with getting a lot of time with these knuckleheads all weekend . . .

 Photo by MB.

. . . And what a weekend it was.



This was a tough one for our family -- for my sister. We here on the East Coast had a lot of fun while also being fully aware and fully cognizant and fully empathetic and fully heartbroken.

I'm personally so thankful for my rock solid beautiful mom and my eldest kickass sister and that they trekked up to New London to be with us.

I hope you guys all did okay. I'm thankful for the good stuff.

Peace out.

Monday, November 25, 2019

Prep

I was talking to My Girl Nancy on the phone the other morning -- yes, we talk on the phone; yes it's hugely important to us; yes, we may be the last people on the planet who talk on the phone to eachother -- and I told her we were hosting Thanksgiving and I had to make all my lists and figure out what to do. She said to me, "Dude, you gave me the best advice last year." "What? Me? I did?" "Yes! You said to save all the grocery store and menu lists and save them in a file for next year." "I know, dude; I know. But I can't find it."

I found it.

 I have the best Thanksgiving file.

All the lists, all the menus, all the everything, year after year. It's so good. I am going grocery shopping with no new list this year. Seriously.

 And I save the really good Thanksgiving sections from the years too . . .

 . . . but then I found *this* folder, with really all the best Thanksgiving sections . . . including this year's which features Alison Roman who is my new best friend / slash / girl crush.

I love her. And her cooking inspires me. I am inspired.

In the meantime, everybody, let me pass on the brilliant Thanksgiving hosting advice one of the stories on this table imparts:

Okay, I can't find that. To paraphrase:

When your guests walk in, make sure your house smells like turkey, and be in a good mood / slash / don't complain / slash / fake it with a big smile on your face.

Good advice, right?

Happy Thanksgiving Week, my lovelies.

And a shout out to:

Happy Birthday to our glorious niece and goddaughter Erin. 27!

Happy Birthday to our glorious friend Mr. Slips. 60!

We'll miss you so much this year, Mumsie.

We love you forever, Jimmy.

Monday, November 18, 2019

JP

No, not "Justice of the Peace" . . . although that's what we call our neighbor JP for short . . .

. . . actually Mistah calls him "Chairman of the Board", which is also short for "Justice of the Peace" . . .

. . . No, JP as in he beautiful and glorious Jamaica Plain . . .

. . . where it all started for Mistah and me . . .

. . . back at the beginning of humankind . . .

. . . or at least at the beginning of humankind's statuary . . .

It's a beautiful place and we had beautiful hosts and we miss it already.


We also had the most magical walk through the Arnold Arboretum, but you're going to have to trust camera-less us on that one . . . 


It's a beautiful neighborhood in a beautiful city . . .

. . . and the beer's not half-bad either.

Thanks, guys.