Happy Thanksgiving from the Babblebrooks, the Thistlethornes, the Sweetwaters,
and my inner child.
Good Monday, Internets! I trust you had a nice Thanksgiving? I did. I spent all day Thursday baking, then dinner at my brother’s house. Friday Mike spent all day cooking and we had dinner at my parents house. Saturday I had lunch with Kim’s Kitchen Sink, which was wonderful, my only complaint being that we didn’t get a photo together and we really should have. Sunday we had my cousins and some longtime family friends over for turkey sandwiches and all in all it was a wonderful, long, relaxing weekend.
Rocky Thistlethorne wants to teach Father Sweetwater to fish Native-Style. But should they take Rocky’s trusty canoe or the Mayflower?
Chief Kelsey Sweetwater is having a pow wow with Brother’s Charlie and Chester, of the Thistlethorne Pilgrim Clan.
(We can thank my childhood feline companion for the sacrifice of a small bird which provided the feathers in Chief Kelsey’s headdress.)
The native women come bearing gifts of beads and blankets to the timid Pilgrim ladies.
And coming up next week… It’s Christmas in Sylvania!
(Also, is it living with my parents that’s causing this regression into childhood, or just the holidays and some good old fashioned nostalgia?)
