Not your typical Thanksgiving but I'm typically anything but typical (who boxes with their cat, really?). We got to the Port today and evidently I'm the only one not in denial of the current Big Chill as I did not bring a bathing suit. It's about fifty five degrees here and while we lucked out last Thanksgiving, there will be no sunning on the beach this year.

However, we did get the opportunity to make a bonfire on the beach which resulted in one hilarious video of my mom yelling "Shut up, Rachel, SHUT UP!" while she lit match after match trying to start a fire (I'll upload it tomorrow). My Aunt Janny (my mom's sister) and Uncle George live on a South Texas working cattle ranch so it is typically a bit of the City/Country Mouse whenever we get together, with my mom attempting to do "country" things like make fires. However we managed to get one going, with some help from my cousin Will who has always been the consummate firestarter. We then realized that we had placed the wood we'd gathered off the beach in a rather conspicuous shape of a cross. Toss a bottle of wine and a few crocheted blankets into the picture and we ended up looking like a bunch of homeless winos with a vendetta against Jesus Christ.


Nevertheless, I have some serious activities planned for tomorrow starting with a generous deployment of mimosas (my contribution to the Thanksgiving spread), followed by a lengthy nap, concluded with several hours of reading. The freezing cold temperatures don't bother me in the least -- I now have a weekend of guilt-free lounging ahead of me, occasionally staring out off the balcony at the gray ocean and saying "That's nice."

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.