Good morning, World. . .to all those here and to those too who wish they were here. . . ;-)
THANKSGIVING DAY: As always, gratefully, our festivities went on with great fun. . .all the flash and flourish, china and silver and massive linen napkins. . . .and superbly excellent food. With Mom, Mme Bouvier, my sister and sister-in-law in the kitchen - everything was not only beautiful to look at, but more beautiful to enjoy, to eat, and then repeat, too. LOL The three nephews and my favorite (and only) niece are old enough [4 -5 -6 -7 yrs] to behave and be good without prodding and actually are beginning to join in the conversation -- as long as it doesn't distract them from "food. . .glorious food". . . .(Oliver. . . wasn't it ?)
Eventually some one asked why this day was more special than other days. . .and, like the Jewish Passover Seder the freedom journey of our Pilgrim Mothers and Fathers was told again. . .embelished with tidbits from the urchins. . .A nice tradition we've started and Dad ends the chat with the reminder that not ALL enjoy the freedoms we do have. . . and, that as long as men and women and children are abused, oppressed, hunted, suffering. . .so is our freedom somewhat diminished for we are all ONE PEOPLE and we do affect one another's live and pursuit of life, liberty and freedom. . . . .AMEN . . .
Weather was mild for New England-in-the-Atlantic, lower 50*s, some wind. And some of went for a longish walk after dinner along the beach, looking to see what the waves brought in. . . .it was low tide - at one or t'other end of it. . . .simple things.
When the "proper family amenities" had been sufficiently observed Peter and I managed to slip away from our respective families and meet at our "special place". . .and 'observe the seasonal festivities'. . .we walked around a rather quiet and subduded Commercial Street just enjoying being together. . . . Then we felt we were a tad hungry we drove home to The Dunes and had a late supper lunch. . .the munchskins had gone to bed, settled in for the night, so we adults...ahem!. . .sat around cathching up on news, our comings and goings. Gradually one by twos, peeps began to drift off to their saundry parts of this big old rambling house. . .and so Peter and I made our "good nights, adieus, to yer and yer "and up the stairs to Chez Moi. . . .and settked in. . . .:-)
[ed.note. . .So the saga continues. . . .Sorry there are no photos, but no family pics get posted on JustinDunes. . . . ..I am sure you understand the whys and wherefores. . .;-). . .]