When one of your dearest friends moves far away and you don’t get to see her very often, and she tells you she’ll be in town for Thanksgiving, but you’re going to be in New Jersey, and you’re devastated, but at the last minute you figure out a way to see her for just a few hours, but you worry that it’s been so long since you’ve seen each other and things may have changed and then this happens……and you have one more thing to be thankful for this year.
We just got back home after another week in Princeton, New Jersey, where our family has been congregating for many years over the holidays. We had a one day layover at Auntie Sissy’s house, where I rediscovered this immortal classic. We had given her this book my now 17-year-old son’s Kindergarten teacher asked him to write to make up for the couple extra days we took off at the beginning of the week…
Day 6: Friday. We drived home and I stopped for lunch.
I was Hanging with the Harpies this weekend.
Harpy Sister #1 and I picked up Harpy Sister #2 at the train station and headed straight over to crash my book group, where we cackled long into the night.
A couple of very special guests made a rare appearance to show their support…
They are grinning so hard their faces might crack.
Meanwhile in Richmond, my Harpy-in-Training was tearing it up on the soccer field. The first team they played awarded her a special ball at the end of the game:
How did you show great sportsmanship? I asked as I inspected her ball.
I was saving a ball and I collided really hard into the player who was trying to get it in, so I went over during half time to apologize and to make sure she was ok.
And what were your phenomenal saves?
Well, I tipped the ball over the crossbars once and everyone was cheering so I guess that was pretty good…Oh yeah, and I saved another ball with my face. All I can remember about that one was that it hurt.
I’m rather glad I didn’t witness that.
We began the first part of our trip to New Jersey where we’ll be spending the week with our family.
We are heading out for the next leg of our journey in just a few minutes…
8 am: This was the sight I saw as I pulled out of the driveway. Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to school and work we go…
Later that day my college friend Lizochka drove up from Charlotte to Charlottesville for a visit. She arrived at the university towards the end of the workday, so I could take her on a quick tour of the Grounds. The leaves are at their glorious peak, so despite the rain, it was a great weekend to be in C’ville.
Our oldest son had to be at his testing site by 7:45 am for the last SAT he’d ever take. My daughter would be heading to her last soccer game of the season. As we discussed the complicated logistics over breakfast the kids asked me how Liza and I were planning to spend our day.
“Oh, we’re going to get up to aaaaaaaall kinds of mischief.” I told them.
“But what are you going to do? Are you going to go around painting graffiti or something?” asked my 15-year-old son, who is always willing to play along.
“Well, you’re just going to have to tune into NBC 29 News tonight to find out!” I replied with my best attempt at exuding an edgy, menacing sort of vibe.
My amenable son raised his eyebrows and pretended to be suitably impressed.
My daughter shot us down in flames by deadpanning with devastating accuracy: “Are you going shopping at Roxie Daisy?”
OK, kid. Yeah, whatever:
Unrepentent miscreants that we are, we recorded our every move:
I want to steal this chair. It was like sitting on a cloud. A really, really expensive cloud. ($3000+).
We hit up all my other favorite spots on the Downtown Mall too:
From O’Suzannah to Rock, Paper, Scissors, and an obligatory stop at Caspari to say hello to the zebra finches!
No visit to C’ville is complete without a stop at MarieBette, where we had our lunch:
And last but not least, we poked our heads into Patina, my favorite store in Charlottesville.
We had a cozy dinner at home with a table full of family and friends, and then we spent the rest of the evening tucked up on the couch, watching the charming movie The Big Sick.
A jiu-jitsu takedown? A hug? Who can tell?
Bidding a fond farewell to my sweet friend…
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard this boy play his guitar…
At choir, we got started on Christmas music… “Hey on, Sir Ass, hey!”
Took the boys to get their hair cut this evening. I’m so popular they literally fought to sit next to me en route:
Celebrating their fresh ‘dos at Al Carbon…