magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

The rain and wind last night were playing a cacophonous symphony when I went to bed. When they stopped around four, I found that I could no longer sleep.

This morning, drinking coffee and making fancy mashed potatoes while the dressier clothes that I brought tumbled in the dryer. Then off to my mom's sister's for Thanksgiving dinner. All of the aunts and uncles. A smattering of cousins. Or two, rather, in addition to my brothers and myself, as the rest are on the West Coast, or South America, or Africa, or Ireland.

It was still a nice sized group though. A fair amount of vegan food. Potatoes, onions, turnips, green beans. Cranberry sauce, olives. More than one pie. And conversation with my mom's family is almost always right on that line between intellectual and silly. In other words, good fun conversation.

Hellos. Catching up. Dinner. Desert. Group photos.

Home in the dark, feeling late at the end of a long day, but really barely evening. Sam and I had big plates of leftovers, for a second Thanksgiving meal.