Wordless Wednesday--Men at Work

Teaser Tuesday--The Graveyard Book

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman


"Recently dead, poor love, she thought. It's always easier to die gently, to wake in due time in the place you were buried, to come to terms with your death and to get acquainted with the other inhabitants."



The Graveyard Book was a recommendation from the Cousin-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named (pictured below with his mom). It's by the same author as Coraline, and is written for a "tween age" audience. It's a great story, although a bit intense for younger children, and is a good read for anyone over 12. Including me.

Thanksgiving at the Cabin

For the first time, in the history of the world, we had our Thanksgiving dinner at The Cabin. The cabin is my aunt's place, that her father (my PopPop) built a generation ago. We spent lots of time there when I was a little girl, but never once did we have Thanksgiving there. Oh, sure, lots of birthdays, almost every 4th of July, but never Thanksgiving.



We did the cooking at home, then brought our goodies with us. We had turkey, dressing (not to be confused with "stuffing"), gravy, green beans, green bean casserole, broccoli, broccoli casserole (I'm detecting a theme here), cranberry relish, rolls, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake...are you getting hungry or is it just me?

I think my sweetie ate too much.

The cousin-who-shall-not-be-named.

The aunts
How was your weekend?

Dinner Invitation

Riiiinggg....riiiinnnggg.

Me: Hello?

My aunt: Guess where I am?

Me: Ummmm....where?

My aunt: At the cabin! With your cousin.

Me: Really? I thought you weren't coming until next week.

My aunt: My plans changed. Want to join us for dinner?



My aunt, who absolutely refuses to become a "little old lady", has a cabin near my house (okay, "near" is relative). It was built a generation ago by her father, my grandfather. It started as a pretty basic fishing cabin and Pop-pop eventually added a kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. We spent a lot of time there when I was a little girl and I'm so glad my aunt has kept it up.



Anyway, back to our evening. My aunt and the cousin-who-shall-not-be-named*, came down to spend the night and do a little work at the cabin. They were headed out to the local hot spot for dinner and invited us to join them. How could I say no? Friday IS steak night.



Okay, cousin, you made the blog again. Glad I can help you meet your goals in life, but really, you need a hobby.



*See the July 4, 2010 post