We picked up our new Jeep Liberty on Tuesday - Atlantic blue. Our totaled Liberty was the first year of the model. Since then, Jeep has made some nice improvements, including a much less jouncy ride. And yes, we really do need a Jeep. Anthropologists go off road. A lot.
The Jeep dealer was a peach. But oh boy, the guy loves to tell a story. S-l-o-w-ly.
Like this: "I'll be over at my (pause 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15) brother's for (pause 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15) Thanksgiving. My other (pause 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15) brother is his twin."
Thanksgiving dinner was perfection in a simple, quiet way. We had turkey with sage stuffing, homemade cranberry sauce, scalloped corn (Joy of Cooking), from-scratch green bean casserole (Cook's Illustrated and actually more mushrooms than green beans, candied yams (Cook's Illustrated, again), scratch gravy, Tom's pumpkin pie and pecan pie. We used our French Quimper china, bought in 1985 when the franc was 12 to the dollar. For a brief and shining moment Paris was affordable and eight place settings of Quimper with shipping to California came to $400.
We got the tree up today. It's a Frasier fir. Our daughters decorated it from the enormous stash of ornaments we've acquired here and there over the years. Somehow this year there's a clear color scheme of red and pinks. It's really pretty.
And on the knitting front:
I'm in the homestretch with the Lucie sweater! Two more inches of sleeve, then the sleeve cap and I block this sucker.