The rest of our trip was pretty uneventful. We had a pleasant Thanksgiving day surrounded by family and good food.
Our drive home was long, very long... it seemed even longer than the drive down (it rained most of the way). We left dad's house at 9:44am (Sat) and didn't get home until 2:16am (Sun). Originally, we had planned to stop over along the way and make the drive over two days, but once we were in the car headed home... we decided we really just wanted to get home.
I have been thinking for many years now... at what point do we start having Thanksgiving at home? I would like to start traditions of my own. I want a funny anecdote of my own to share about something that went wrong the first time I tried to cook a Thanksgiving turkey (a shout-out to Kerin's undercooked turkey and Kelly's thawed chicken breast). I want my kids to have fond memories of the warmth and comfort of the holidays at home that I remember from my childhood. The struggle is that I also understand the importance of extended family, especially around the holidays. So I ask again... when do we start having Thanksgiving at home??
Which brings us home... and some sad news. Our television died this morning. This was obviously not in the plan. It was 10 years old. We bought it while living in our first apartment in Washington state... I remember at the time it was the only thing in our living room and it seemed so huge in that tiny place. It has survived many moves and even the failure of a voltage regulator (yes... 2 1/2 years ago we had it repaired instead of replacing it). Jason was not sad at all... he has been wanting a new TV for a while. On the whole, I tend to be slightly averse to change... and I liked that TV, even with the power button on the console that hasn't worked in nearly a year. I guess we'll be TV shopping in the coming week(s). In the meantime, we've brought the old TV from the basement up, but it is a pathetic replacement.