Boy howdy was that Thanksgiving.
On Wednesday, I raced out of Latin class (optional sight-reading practice, with professor-provided pumpkin pie!) back home to fling things in the car, and then we drove to Oklahoma. And by "we" I mostly mean the spouse, because I have crappy night vision, crappy reflexes, a burning hatred for people who don't use turn signals, and a tendency to spend more time contemplating the possibility of my own horribly mangled death the longer I spend moving a ginormous piece of metal very quickly down curving roads while surrounded by many other people doing the same, to varying unknown degrees of skill.
Driving makes me a little tense, yeah.
Anyway, Thanksgiving! It was rather stunningly traditional. Relatives, some of whom I hadn't met before! Children racing around in caffeinated enthusiasm! A ginormous turkey, and all the usual side dishes, right down to the sweet potatoes with little marshmallows on top! I had a great deal of fun, and got to ride a horse briefly.
Not during the meal or anything. Beforehand. As one does.
Oklahoma is very pretty in November. Thursday was a stunning 70 degrees, and on Friday we got to see a lot more of beautiful Oklahoma as we drove around for an extra 45 minutes trying to get from the motel to the house. (Thanks, GPS!) Leaves that actually turn red, frost on the car windshields Saturday morning... Good times, good times.
I meant to spend Friday working diligently on Latin, as would be responsible, given the huge stack of homework I have done Monday and Tuesday, and two days of the weekend taken up on travel. Instead I sat down and wrote over six thousand words. So I cannot be too upset over that, even if it is going to make tomorrow full of homework-based woe.
The drive back was long, and involved taking several wrong turns to make up for not taking any wrong turns at all on the way back; on the other hand, we didn't end up in Traffic Hell for four hours between Dallas and Austin this time, so I think we came out ahead, even with almost sixty extra miles on the meter.
Now we're home, and the cats are snubbing me. Life is good. Especially since I'm not touching any of that homework until tomorrow.
On Wednesday, I raced out of Latin class (optional sight-reading practice, with professor-provided pumpkin pie!) back home to fling things in the car, and then we drove to Oklahoma. And by "we" I mostly mean the spouse, because I have crappy night vision, crappy reflexes, a burning hatred for people who don't use turn signals, and a tendency to spend more time contemplating the possibility of my own horribly mangled death the longer I spend moving a ginormous piece of metal very quickly down curving roads while surrounded by many other people doing the same, to varying unknown degrees of skill.
Driving makes me a little tense, yeah.
Anyway, Thanksgiving! It was rather stunningly traditional. Relatives, some of whom I hadn't met before! Children racing around in caffeinated enthusiasm! A ginormous turkey, and all the usual side dishes, right down to the sweet potatoes with little marshmallows on top! I had a great deal of fun, and got to ride a horse briefly.
Not during the meal or anything. Beforehand. As one does.
Oklahoma is very pretty in November. Thursday was a stunning 70 degrees, and on Friday we got to see a lot more of beautiful Oklahoma as we drove around for an extra 45 minutes trying to get from the motel to the house. (Thanks, GPS!) Leaves that actually turn red, frost on the car windshields Saturday morning... Good times, good times.
I meant to spend Friday working diligently on Latin, as would be responsible, given the huge stack of homework I have done Monday and Tuesday, and two days of the weekend taken up on travel. Instead I sat down and wrote over six thousand words. So I cannot be too upset over that, even if it is going to make tomorrow full of homework-based woe.
The drive back was long, and involved taking several wrong turns to make up for not taking any wrong turns at all on the way back; on the other hand, we didn't end up in Traffic Hell for four hours between Dallas and Austin this time, so I think we came out ahead, even with almost sixty extra miles on the meter.
Now we're home, and the cats are snubbing me. Life is good. Especially since I'm not touching any of that homework until tomorrow.