Saturday, November 26

Home from Thanksgiving at Mammoth. There was snow on the side of the road, but it didn't snow on us and the roads were clear. Cold—40-50 degrees. One problem: Snow melt slid off the condo roof and slightly dented the hood of son-in-law's car.

Son-in-law took the grandson skiing while Daughter 1 and I walked around the town and along some trails. The air was fresh and clean and cold.

A very different Thanksgiving, with a grocery store dinner instead of a day spent in the kitchen. Daughter 1 made brussels’ sprouts and asparagus to go with it. The turkey was good and moist, the gravy and mashed potatoes were also good. The stuffing was wet and stodgy, and the cranberry sauce too jammy. But we had a very good time. Besides eating, we did a jig saw puzzle and played a rummy game. 

Drove back today, Saturday.

Our young British cousin arrives from her Thanksgiving cruise tomorrow morning. Son 3 will pick her up from the cruise ship with his little girls, and I will meet them at his house. That way I will get to see his older daughter before she returns to Berkeley.

Busy, busy, keeps me connected to the world.

Missing Ren a lot. Still. 

So up and down, up and down. I wonder how long this will last. Or, when I will realize a new normal that I can live with?