|Fog-shrouded trees in the southern Willamette Valley|
This holiday season has been one of those that serve to remind how blessed and lucky I am. (But then again, they all are.) On Christmas Day, Maty and I had our own little holiday celebration (despite the fact that neither of us are Christian). We exchanged gifts, took a jaunt out to the theater to see Sherlock Holmes, and had supper at home. Just the two of us.
|Roasted lamb, garlic mashed (sweet) potatoes, gravy, french bread, salad. Blueberry tart (from France) for dessert.|
Nephew Gino is growing up fast. He's about average height for his age, but his weight is in the 90th percentile. He's a stocky kid destined, no doubt, for the wrestling mat. Or perhaps he'll be fighting for position down low in the paint, intimidating would-be rebounders.
|Nephew Gino and Mama|
Then, yesterday, it was back up to Portland, there to meet sister Paige and family. The drive along the interstate was a patchwork quilt of fog and sun breaks.
|Cold and clear December|
Paige, Tim, and Torin arrived in the mid-afternoon. Mi sobrino Torin ha estado estudiando en una escuela de inmersión del español. Y él habla muy bien. Eric and Kristi drove up as well, Calee made the cross-town trip and we all went for Thai food at Authentic Thai on Division Street.
|Front row: Torin and Maty|
Back row: Tim, Calee, Paige, moi, Kristi and Eric
Boy, I'll tell ya: Any man who is not a fool knows enough to say thanks when he hits a stretch of road like this. And I don't want to think I'm a fool. So I'll say it: Thank you, Great Whatever. Thank you.