|My Thanksgiving Apple Pie|
Yesterday, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, is always the busiest travel day of the year in the US. The airports and highways are packed with people traveling to spend the holiday with family. This year we are scattered. Our youngest is in the Bay Area. Her sisters are in Tucson with grandparents and aunts. Ed and I are in Poznan and joining my friend and bike riding buddy, Caroline, and her family for Thanksgiving dinner tonight. Because it is just another day here, we’ll celebrate after our husbands have been to work, after their kids have been to school. It’s always special to share our common culture with friends while overseas – giving thanks as we enjoy turkey and pumpkin pie.
Our usual stateside Thanksgiving would involve a lazy morning in our PJs, watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. In Tucson, we always have dinner at my parent’s home, and since both of my folks enjoy cooking, there’s very little for me to do. But it’s not always this way. Last Thanksgiving, we were on a 4-day road trip to points north. The year before, we were in London with Lisa. Who knows what next year will bring.
They’re winterizing Lake Malta. The water level is down 8 or 10 feet. The lane markers and the fountain have been removed. I took a lap on my bike around with lake yesterday afternoon on my way to the supermarket. Every time I’ve ridden there in the last month, I wonder if it will be my last for the season. Two or three times a week, Caroline and I meet at the lake after she has dropped her sons at school and ride two laps, 7 miles. That takes almost an hour, and then we retire to a lakeside cafe for coffee and chit-chat. That usually takes another hour. 🙂 Caroline’s family is returning to the states early next year. I wish miss her big time. I hope we’ll both keep up the biking; I know we’ll keep up with virtual chit-chat!