post-turkey musings

Two Thanksgiving dinners later, I am back in Philadelphia. It was somewhat of a more chaotic Thanksgiving weekend than usual, partly because I had to work for part of it, partly because a large portion of it was spent travelling. Travelling from Philly to Toronto, travelling from Toronto to the cottage, and back again. I am bone-weary and am yearning for a real vacation. My dream vacation right now...several days in a row in which I am not travelling, in which I can stay in a place that is clean and quiet, somewhere with good lighting and food and Jeff nearby, where I can read and sleep all day if I wanted to. I will dream of adventure vacations when I am not so tired; for now, I yearn only for a little peace and quiet.

Had some quality time with my four nieces and one nephew, almost all of whom were sick to some degree. Jeff came back from the cottage with a cold; I am crossing my fingers very hard and hoping I've escaped. But even if I came back with a bug, it was worth it. :-) Most relaxing point of the weekend...holding my six-month old nephew Garrison, and smelling his head. I kid you not. There's something incredibly therapeutic about the smell of a baby's head. I wish I could bottle up that smell and take it with me to Philadelphia. Am I weird, or are there parents out there who know what I'm talking about?

Quote of the weekend...showing up at my sister's place to find Annie, clad in her blue Cinderella dress, in tears by the front door...

ME: "What's wrong, Annie?"

ANNIE: "I'm nervous."

ME: "Nervous about what?"

ANNIE: "I'm nervous about Thanksgiving."

Today's blatherpic:
My nieces Olivia and Brittany, carving a pumpkin.