In preface, this is not a complaint or indictment of Thanksgiving. The Thanksgiving holiday is a fine thing. It's just that mine went all wrong this year.
First, we postponed our observation of Thanksgiving from the usual Thursday to the following Sunday. This was done so we could have a little vacation in New Orleans. It also allowed our kids to take the holiday with the in-laws and the out-laws.
On the Friday before Thanksgiving, the first day of the drive down to New Orleans, I had a bit of a scratchy throat. By the next morning it was a full fledged chest and head cold.
On Sunday Ron wanted to go to the WWII museum. I wanted him to go by himself and let me stay in bed. But he protested that we were on vacation to do things together. Pardon me for saying this but if he actually wanted to do things together he would learn how to knit. I got up and went to the museum. Fortunately, they had wheel chairs available so Ron pushed me all over the place. It's a good museum. You need a full day at least to cover all of it. It's not designed for little kids; I'd say it's best for a 9-10 year old and up. I just wish I had been there on a day when I felt like being alive.
The following day we went to the Audubon Insect Museum and the Audubon Aquarium. Both of these are designed to entertain the smaller children. The Insect Museum has a butterfly garden where you can walk among some exotic butterflies.
I never felt well enough to go out in the evening. Each evening Ron went out and got some rice and beans for me. Good thing I love rice and beans.
On the last full day in New Orleans, Ron said he was getting my cold. We went to the riverfront and took a little cruise on the Natchez.
We drove home on Wednesday, a 12+ hour forced march. The next morning Ron was very ill. He asked me where I got this Black Death of cold. I must of got it somewhere at home or work because I had symptoms well before I got to New Orleans. Today, Saturday, Ron is going to Prompt Care because he has a severe ear ache and is bleeding from his ear.
Fortunately he didn't argue about calling off or further postponing Thanksgiving.
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I'm new to your website and blog and enjoyed your Thanksgiving story. My 32-year-old son introduced me to your site. He recently taught himself to knit, and now we have reason for lots of early morning text messages about knitting. This is a real gift, since he lives several states away. I've added your site to my favorites and will return often!
ReplyDelete"if he actually wanted to do things together he would learn how to knit." LOL. That should be on a T-shirt.
ReplyDeleteThank you for everything you do! I just discovered your excellent site because I am trying to translate a French pattern. I couldn't figure out how to search all 6 pages at once, so I ended up pasting the whole thing into Excel so it could be searched easily.
I am also a process knitter. How this often plays out for me is that I will work very hard to figure out how to do something *just right* and then, once I've achieved it, I'll never be interested in doing it again. Hmm. That actually sort of applies to my whole life. :-)
Anyway, thanks again!
You are an angel. Once at home, I would have insisted my husband accompany me to every craft store in town. He could stuff cotton balls in his bleeding ears. I'm heartless that way.
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