The dogs are very worried. First they were alone with Matt over Thanksgiving week, next it will be several days in New Orleans but for them ( boarding at the Vet) over Christmas. Then a week later we will be in Sanibel for a bit over two weeks. Once we are home, they will sit on us to keep us in place. Posy worries and shivers all the time we are gone, according to Matt.
What can I say about Hilton Head at Thanksgiving...other than it was perfect and that I do not want to see a kitchen again for a week or so. Magazines try to tempt me to cook, but I stand firm ignoring their bright colors and delectable recipes. Cook's Corner from the Dispatch came today with pages of enticing cookies along with their equally time consuming recipes--wonderful, but no! NO baking. Instead I curl up with a Lee Child book and look forward to Andrea Bocelli's Christmas concert here in Columbus tonight. The tickets from Mike and Beth were for our birthdays.
Twenty-one people traveled to Hilton Head for Thanksgiving. The trip there was easy, coming home, not so much. Poor Andy drove over twelve hours in pouring rain. It was worth it and we hope to do it again, the trip not the rain, but only with the people who really want to be there. The house was wonderful with all but two of the six bedrooms leading to the pool. The beach was steps away where George caught a large shark and Kathy and Joe (and George) stood in the ocean fishing for hours on end. We went to a dock fish house for five pounds of shrimp which disappeared in two or three minutes; everything food wise disappeared in a few minutes time. My little pie baking machine delighted Joe Firetag for hours. He turned out scrumptious miniature pies that went as fast as he could bake them.
Ahhh---the games, the puzzles, the competition, the drinks, the bike rides, the family; people will keep that week in their memory bank to pull out and admire for the rest of their days. I hope David, Johnna and JD can be a part of it next time. JD's pic line is out and though he is thin and pale, he is coming around., but the beach is a no go for him for a while.
The Little Sisters of Pain (Pam, Kathy, Chee) lived up to their title. They were happily competitive every single day and Glenda could not get enough of cards, so we willingly complied with the games' groups. I love playing with the Cincinnati Lechlers. What a group of fine people they are.
Beth's family is hosting Christmas in New Orleans. We are flying down this time. Andy has had it with driving and I have had it with the kitchen.
Collector Books who published my first three books wrote to me. They are no longer publishing books but want to put the books that they published on the Internet. So, someday I will have E books on line. Go figure.
Note: Since I have not found out how to add titles to pictures here, I will give you the run down of family in the pictures to follow:
1. George Isfort carving two turkeys and a ham with his new set of carving equipment--it's his birthday after all, so get to work.
2. Andy, my husband, and Nate, one grandson who is starting Columbus State
3. Mary Susan on the left and one of her sisters, Pam (daughters of Andy's brother Joe and his wife, Glenda.)
4. The family on Thanksgiving day in Hilton Head
5. Beth Lechler on the beach
6. My sister-in-law, Glenda Lechler
7. Glenda again with George her son-in-law and Mary Susan and Pam--where's Kathy??? There are many people missing from these close ups.
