It was 6F in Minneapolis yesterday and I’ve been too afraid to check this morning’s low (it is 18F at 10:45 which is no doubt colder than a normal person should tolerate).
As it is I am in Ellen and Tim’s living room, Henry at my feet, to keep the string of posts alive. He and I just finished a frigid walk where he performed all the normal functions a well-fed dog should perform.
Most Fridays a letter is composed to mom. I will write this week’s letter on the fly for you to see before mom ever receives it. It will be printed and mailed on Monday once I return to Charlotte (where the high today is forecast to be a balmy 65F).
November 29, 2010
Mom: I’m writing this letter from Ellen and Tim’s living room in St. Paul. They are cleaning the floors while their dog Henry and I are lounging on the couch. It is really cold outside but what else would you expect in Minnesota in late November? They seem to like it well enough and their little house is cute and snug as a bug.
Reid and I both flew in on Tuesday for the Thanksgiving week. We’ve had a great time of things. Not that we’ve done a lot except sit around and talk. We did go to a very bad, very forgettable movie the other night over at the mall. The mall, the biggest in the world, was almost empty the night before Thanksgiving, but the news reports said that the stores would open at 2:00 in the morning for the early shoppers. How nuts is that to get up in the middle of the night to go to a mall to shop?
I did most of the cooking for Thanksgiving. The kids bought a fresh turkey, about 14 lbs., and it took nearly five and one-half hours to cook at 325F, and even then it wasn’t quite done. I’m not sure why it took so long but I think Ellen’s oven runs a little cool. But the other items, the potatoes, the stuffing and, most importantly, the gravy, came out just great. So the boys ate like boys and it was good to see everyone yak and feel filled. I baked pumpkin and apple pies from scratch and they came out pretty good, too. When people are hungry enough they’ll eat anything and tell you it was good.
I called over to your other son’s house last night but you’d already gone. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier in the day. But he said you had a good time and you were glad to see your great-grandkids. I’m still hopeful of getting out that way for Christmas.
Today we will go get their Christmas tree and put on all the ornaments. They want to head out to a Christmas tree farm and cut one down. That’s okay. My little fake tree won’t go up until I get back sometime next week. It’s only about four feet high and doesn’t take much to assemble and trim.
Well, mom, their dog is looking at me like it’s time for another walk, so out the door we’ll go so he can do his duty. You be good, stay warm, and I’ll see you sooner than later.