It does not seem real that we’ve been here for one-and-a-half years already – everything still seems so new, exciting, and fun. I’m taking that as a good thing. However, as much as I love living here, I do hate it that all the family and friends are so far away. I’ve accepted that my family all lives an ocean apart long ago, but now Melanie, Corodon, and Eric’s family also are 1000+ miles away, as well as all the friends I made in Bloomington and Evansville. I do wonder at times how it came to be that I turned into such a nomad.

So it was only the three of us for our second San Antonio Thanksgiving and like last year, instead of having a whole bird I just fixed a turkey breast – still more than enough food and so much easier to fix and clean up. Phillip claims that last year, I burned the green beans and the stuffing was runny – I don’t remember any such thing. This year, I only burned the stone that the turkey was cooking in, but nobody noticed. The meal was good, and then life continued as normal – Eric and Phillip went to save the world via computer war games, and I settled outside in my hammock to read, pet the cats, and toss Leia’s rings. I still get excited about being able to do that – in shorts, outside, in late November, and to be warm.

The best part about the whole Thanksgiving thing for me is the nice, long weekend – 4 days. It’s a shame that I’m working on a cold right now and am not feeling too well, but then, better to do this at home than at work. It’s Saturday right now -late morning, Eric is out on his bike, Phillip is on his computer -and I think I’ll see if a hot bath will clear my lungs and head up some…..