Up On the Housetop!

As I sit here typing today I am anticipating a dark/early departure for the US with Mary tomorrow morning.  Original plans were for Tom to be with us, but work obligations put a halt to those.  As a consequence I'll be in Houston with Mary, Peter, Meg and Kate for Thanksgiving, and Tom will be watching Thanksgiving Day football after work on Thursday!

One very bright spot will be stopping at lunch time in Indianapolis to visit with Liz.  She has successfully landed a good position in her field (environmental).  It will be good for the three of us to have even a snatch of time to visit.  Then Mary and I will push on to Little Rock, Arkansas for a night's rest before driving the rest of the way to Houston.  I don't think I'll even be tempted to push on, especially since I'm the sole driver.

Our weather has turned cold, but nice blue skies this morning.  Snow has been promised later today, and we are just hoping it doesn't mean heavy fall, just another dusting.

Last week we flew Meghan up to visit.  It was good to have her here.  On Sunday Meg and Peter flew back to Houston.  That gave him time to be with his sisters.  Then he'll help drive home after Thanksgiving.  Our little Basil will be coming back as well.  The kids were all joking about how "cruel" I am, bringing our senior citizen back from his "Florida" to endure a London winter.  I don't feel too bad for the little guy, we'll have a nice fire to warm up with, and on sunny days he'll have the sunbeams to follow across the family room floor.


Anyone reading, we hope you have a good Thanksgiving, especially family who have so graciously extended invitations.  We are ever hopeful that in the future years we'll be able to take you all up on the offers.

Why the title?  Tom cleaned the chimney on Saturday ... Meghan went up to the roof, sparing me the agony.  Peter and I helped from below.