Clam’s family is very into the Spirit of Christmas, including live trees, wreaths, stockings, and gifts. So each year, we do a little bit more. It started with a tree. Then stockings. And this year I even made a pretty darn’ good looking wreath with our leftover branches. I may end up like *those* people. With reindeer lights and giant snow-men in the front yard. But for now, here’s what we got..
Our tree for the last three years has always been topped by the puffin that’s been with us since Iceland. Good memories. He’s been a trooper through all of this.
It’s 11 at night but I’m awake and Clam is asleep. Crazy, as usually it’s the other way around. Outside, water is dripping from a lonely pipe or two. Car tires slide through dark wet asphalt intermittently. It’s almost like moving to the suburbs. Law and Order showed a scene of a NYC park… God I miss New York and I think the freedom to get to places without a car. Adjusting here is still hard.
I bought myself tulips to brighten my life. I think it worked.
Our two family Thanksgiving feasts were too delicious. Food was quickly inhaled that I forgot to take pictures of the full display.
We have one of Clam stirring his delicious stuffing for all to savor later.
Close-up of stuffing
My only contribution – ratatouille
Given our gluttony, we went to several parks.
Bayou Bend Park
Cloudy city sunset
Love from Texas,
Happy birthday handsome!!
Great night at Hugo’s with colorful day of the dead flowers (on skeletons). Clam had tequila pairings with his entire meal. Delicious churros to end the night.
Woke up this morning, the Sunday prior to my birthday, to paint with my wife. Her’s is the bright autumnal side, mine the blustery wintery side. They will soon adorn our bedroom walls.
It’s a tragedy more images of Paris and Italy and Spain did not adorn the web, but computing on vacation takes a discipline we lack. But settling into a new life with new art should suffice.
We continue our church shopping, or as the minister today stated, period of discernment. It was a Unitarian Universalist service today. Not heavy on homely but rather service of remembrance for the Dia de los Muertos.
Tonight is my birthday dinner. It’s a surprise.
No specific events, just exploring our new city after a morning of travels.
Marching to their drummer
A shopper’s paradise
Started in the morning with a march by Buckingham amidst a sea of red with a stop by Harrod’s afterward for Scallop.
Across from the Queen, we enjoyed tea time for 2. Look closely, and you can see the vents on my shirt.
David’s creeping up on her.
At the Victoria and Albert Museum, we saw a taste of things to come.
Another Royal palace
Swan Swan DUCK!
It was by Swan Lake that we visited Kensington Palace.
Channeling her inner sloth after a tour of the British Library where photos are not allowed. In all fairness, we went to a sloth cafe to bring about this change in Scallop.
The British Museum was full of the plunder of ancient societies.
Good literature is timeless
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, a Bard was born.