Things I learned on (or around) my Thanksgiving vacation

* Loki gets carsick (both ends), at least in the dark. Ugh. This is a recent development. But he doesn’t make a peep. (Petra peeps. Very loudly. The entire drive.)

* Sometimes when you are shopping for something in particular and having a difficult time finding it, if you make the decision to leave the store and then just decide to go back once around, just in case, you will find exactly the right thing. In my case, a coat at H&M.

* Shopping when I feel like I actually have enough money to buy something is far more fun than not, even if I don’t buy much.

* One’s perceptions about prices can change drastically depending on the setting. In a regular store, while buying yarn, I frequently decide a skein that costs over 5 bucks is too expensive. In ArtFibers, especially because everything in there was 10-30% off AND everything feels like it got shat out of an angel’s butt, $65 for enough to make one scarf suddently doesn’t seem so bad. (I didn’t actually buy anything, but I did spend an hour touching EVERYTHING).

* For some reason, airport security employees do their best to make life more difficult for people. There was almost nobody in the airport when we were there Saturday afternoon, no line at security – but the lady made me put my purse in an already overstuffed bag. Which I promptly removed on the other side of security. WTF?

* My mom’s boyfriend is the epitome of “Doesn’t understand the concept” when it comes to the game Taboo. Somehow, he just didn’t get that you CAN’T say any of the words on the card…or any derivation or root thereof.

* Some recipes I make in Denver take far more time in California. Is it my mom’s oven? Is it the frozen whole wheat flour? Is it the altitude difference, the additional humidity, or something else altogether? No matter, it turned out OK.

* You really can fit 11 adult-sized people around my mom’s table, but only if one of them actually doesn’t sit with everyone else because she has her annual Thanksgiving migraine (Sorry Lis.)

* Spending time with relatives who are also friends is highly underrated. 2 meals spent with awesome cousins plus their husband/boyfriend (respectively) = highlight of the trip for me.

* This was the first trip to the Bay Area in 2 years during which time we didn’t have to do anything for anyone’s wedding. It was awesome.

* Flying to CA for Thanksgiving (especially on off days, like we did) is infinitely preferable to taking the train for 2 days in each direction.

* My mom’s dog is weird. She has taken to obsessing over floor shadows, and entertains herself with them for hours on end.

* A Specialty’s cookie tastes even better when you have to wait months or years to eat one (and their sandwiches are just as good as I remembered).

* Wombat’s name is a highly guarded secret, and one which I don’t know despite subjecting his parents to Chinese water torture. OK, not really with the torture thing.

* Leah does late-term pregnancy with style and panache, and she looks like her pre-pregnant self with a basketball under her shirt. And she kindly let me maul her belly while Wombat did his limited gymnastics given the small amount of space he has to maneuver.

* Everyone in CA that we talked to about it wants us to move there after Dan graduates. We’ll see what happens.

All in all, a great trip. And I have photos, but the memory card is in Dan’s camera so they’ll have to wait for another day.

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One response to “Things I learned on (or around) my Thanksgiving vacation

  1. Does Petra peep or yowl? Punk has what I lovingly term the Death Yowl. Sounds like someone is torturing her. Poor kitties that don't like to travel.Sounds like a fun trip though. And yay for H&M! (Oh how I miss it!)

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