Let's start this letter with the birthdays. And I do mean birth day. Welcome to Ronan Zoubek Dickson. All six pounds and ten ounces, and nineteen inches. Congratulations to Erin and Sean and one happy big brother Kiernan. What a nice name too!
Let's also shout out to Andrew S and Sankar who had anniversaries of their births this week.
And what were you all thankful for this year? For being together at Joe and Leonor's house for a spectacular dinner. Leonor's parents were there all the way from Lisbon for their first Thanksgiving.
We had come down with a loaded car on Tuesday in a surprisingly light traffic drive. Loaded with? Turkey and fixings and other contributions which along with pies from Margaret and sides from Joe and Leonor meant for a full table. We felt as if Annie and Sankar were almost there since we had been in the phone with them for 90 plus minutes earlier in the day.
Where were you last Thanksgiving? Easy for us as we celebrated in India. Can't say we started any new traditions there but we had happy memories.
Out in Dundee, Andrew and Lur played host to Claire and Daniel. They had just seen Claire at her orchestra concert before going to a Ripon football game. Further west we hear that Billy broke his foot during their move. Ouch.
Given the forecasts we expect there was a lot of white stuff at the Fairport Thanksgiving. I think Melodie and Jeff had driven oven up and I hope can make it back easily.
No white stuff for Annie and Sankar who are traveling this week, headed to Mumbai. And no snow for Margaret who had spent a week in Peru helping out on the APEC meeting that Biden and a few hundred of his closest friends attended. She had a few choice stories about the Chinese delegation that are not for this weekly letter.
And another traveler was Timmy who officially moved to Rhode Island. He's renting Maura's apartment. He packs it in as he had cataract surgery too! His first challenge will be to buy a new car after the accident totaled his last one.
I have a new name for this pre-Christmas season. It's called light show season. Seems like all these museums have discovered a way to balance their budgets. But nobody does it like the National Zoo where we went last night. A spectacular walk and we weren't the only ones out in the cold to take it all in.
We went to our old church in Bethesda with Joe and family this morning. A good message for the waiting inherent in Advent. Don't miss now. And I think I'm going to get an Advent wreath.
Enjoy the don't miss now season!
Love from the nation's capital.
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