The Arrival

After the past two years of it being just Dave and me for Thanksgiving, we have a houseful this year. We are missing Josh, who is deployed in the horn of Africa, but enjoying having Tim, Jen, and Reagan. I don’t know of a word that means “sister-of-my-daughter-in-law”, so Reagan gains the official status of semi-daughter.

Tim flew in yesterday afternoon, and Jen and Reagan drove up late yesterday to avoid the big snowstorm. Tim and I stopped at Grand Central Bakery on the way home from the airport to get him a basil egg salad sandwich and they were OUT. Tim’s face was so sad that one of the women behind the counter immediately put a sticky bun in a bag and handed it to him, and I’m pretty sure the other one would have come home with us to make him one if she could have. Good chatting and dinner at Cornerstone rounded out the evening. Jen and Reagan arrived after I’d gone to bed.

It was a work day for me, so I was up and out early and there late. Interestingly, it’s only 20 minutes longer to get here from work than home. I left work at 6 and was here by 8, with a stop for gas and food. At McDonald’s I discovered that hamburgers are $1.00 each, but a double hamburger is $2.05, even though you only get one bun. I did work to combine them myself, and feel good about the savings.

When I got here everyone was settled in. It was dark, but the house is very cute (good cute). It was built in the 1940s and is very spacious, with 3 nice sized bedrooms and plenty of comfy couches for everyone – once you take off all the extra pillows. We played a couple of games (I didn’t win either of them), including an epic round of trouble that Jen didn’t win – Reagan won, and in fact Jen came in last. That’s ever happened before so it was very exciting.

The house is just south of midtown and the weather is supposed to be cold but clear, so I am looking forward to much good walking and eating.