Wait! I haven’t posted yet!
I can’t pass out yet - I haven’t posted! Must . . . survive . . . turkey coma . . .
There was food, and family, and music, and pets, and kids, and food, and drink, and food, and pie. (Yes, pie is food, but it occupies a special niche and deserves its own mention.)
I have officially gotten my first kilt convert.
I officially need to start practicing my Christmas carols on my fiddle. I SUCK.
I got a little knitting done, but it kind of smells like homemade gravy now. Oops.
Pictures later when I can crawl to my card reader.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
November 22nd, 2007 at 10:09 pm
Sounds like you had a good time. Who’s your 1st kilt convert?
Practice will surely bring your fiddling back up - you’re a pretty well rounded fellow aren’t you?
November 22nd, 2007 at 11:02 pm
Happy Turkey day to you and yours
November 22nd, 2007 at 11:43 pm
Did you say a kilt convert? That’s something to be thankful for: more men in kilts. I agree with you about pie. It deserves a category all it’s own.
Happy Thanksgiving!
November 23rd, 2007 at 12:07 am
Happy Thanksgiving!!
November 23rd, 2007 at 10:16 am
We met you briefly at Rhinebeck this year, I’m Beetsie and my husband went as D.H.
Congrats on the kilt convert. My husband has always wanted a “real” one with all the accompanying regalia to wear instead of a suit in formal dress situations, but they are rather pricey and he has enough Scots blood in him to render such an expenditure prohibitive.
I’ve been working on my son and son-out-of-law on wearing one, and in fact we were talking about yours yesterday (were your ears ringing at about 3:30 Eastern time?). I was offering to make them kilt socks if they ever make the leap.
November 23rd, 2007 at 1:17 pm
I’m a church organist - I need to start practicing Christmas carols too! It’s fun now . . . by Christmas Eve I’ll be ready to scream. Which no one would really notice or care about as long as I keep playing Chirstmas carols . . .
November 24th, 2007 at 3:45 am
You do realize that all your kilt groupies just fainted at the thought of you stomping your kilt-hosed feet and bouncing your kilted knees while playing “Deck the Halls” on the freakin’ fiddle don’t you?
My late dad wore a kilt and played the viola and sang opera. He didn’t knit, but he sewed me a black satin evening gown to wear at singing performances in college. And he made the world’s best ever pumpkin soup. Knowing that cooking, music making, crafting, kilt-wearing men are still around gives me warm fuzzies.
November 24th, 2007 at 12:21 pm
You have a fiddle? we have a fiddle too. I want to learn.
I was teaching myself how to play the mandolin so far I have a little John Henry action going. Did I say a little I meant very little. And my husband attempts to play the banjo. HEH. we could start a bad players band session. heehee.
Wendy: sounds like you have an awesome daddy. Lucky girl.
by the way, I’m glad you had an awesome Thanksgiving.
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