It’s Thanksgiving weekend here this weekend. So the Braemel family is kicking back a bit. When the boys were little we’d do a lot of family oriented things–apple picking, pumpkin picking. Driving north to look at the fall colors. But now the boys are grown and a lot of the things we used to do with them have fallen by the wayside. Guitar Hero is getting ready to head over to his girlfriend’s for the weekend, and I’m unsure if he’ll be back for our family Thanksgiving dinner. (Can you hear my heart-heavy sigh from there? I’ve been practicing it to make him feel guilty.) It’s a beautiful day, blue sky, sun shine and low 50s for those who think in Fahrenheit (it’s 11 degrees C right now—which is *does mental math, not my forte, times 11 by 2, add 30 for a rough estimate, so 52F) It’s a crisp and clear and lovely day and I’m restless, so Gizmo Guy and I are going to drive north today to “view the colors” as we used to do.
|these were taken up near Collingwood last year|
Tomorrow’s the day we’re doing our turkey (some people will do theirs on Monday, like GH’s girlfriend) so it’s going to be fairly quiet on the blog the next couple of days.