meh, I am still lacking motivation for schoolwork. I just drove for twelve hours. Twelve hours! It took ten to get to Pennsylvania, but the drive back was longer because my car was loaded with all of my worldly possessions and because I got very confused in Harrisburg. Grrr, Harrisburg. I actually at one point found myself in Harrisburg International Airport (I know what you're thinking, International?!) but then I got back on track and just found myself in lots of post-Thanksgiving traffic. I love the mountains of Virginia, though, and I'm glad I got to spend a nice afternoon there. Wish it could have been outside the car . . . I also finished a book on tape, The Birth of Venus by Sarah Dunant. It was about Florence during Savonarola and man, few things in history make me as angry as the Bonfire of the Vanities.
Thanksgiving Break was beautiful. I went to my cousins' house in Lancaster County, PA. It was a nice balance of random Covenant people and relatives.

and I love how all the houses up there have fireplaces! It just makes it so much more cozy and Thanksgiving-ish. The family Thanksgiving involved a lot of arguments in the morning over how to arrange the tables. My cousins and I maintained that since we had to sit at the "kids table" when we were little (and oh how traumatizing it was!), then we should make our little cousins sit at the kids table now, so they would know their place (and so we wouldn't have to sit with them). It worked out to a compromise, the kids sat with the grown-ups and we had the "big kids table", which kind of makes me question if we've gotten anywhere in the last ten years . . . There were also bets placed on which of our younger cousins would get spanked first. It might seem unsportsmanlike in a competition of this kind to urge your contestant on, but it sure makes it more exciting. I'm really not sure who won.
Later that night Sam, William, and I headed over to the Bleeckers' where we ate their Thanksgiving leftovers and made some cider, then decided to start watching Holiday Inn at midnight. It was good times.
Posted by linnea at November 27, 2006 12:21 AMI have the same feelings about the "kids' table" too! So traumatizing. The Bonfire of the Vanities made me angry as well.
Posted by: heidi at November 27, 2006 8:25 AMAw, Linnea--I was just thinking about those drawings the other day. People here keep getting on my case about needing to draw this and that for them. That was just fun.
Posted by: Courtney at November 27, 2006 1:19 PMAnd William is just NOT into that face-making stuff, is he???
Posted by: sperlonga at November 27, 2006 4:46 PMOh, wait! He is making a face!)
Posted by: sperlonga at November 27, 2006 4:47 PMWhy does YOUR blog get spammed so much, and no one else's??
Posted by: sperlonga at November 30, 2006 11:07 AMShe's an english major...
Posted by: funke at November 30, 2006 12:11 PMBut...I'm an English major too, and...so is Laura.
Posted by: heiders at November 30, 2006 9:39 PMoh. right. never mind that sadly perforated theory...
Maybe it's the pansexual peace party link in her sidebar...
Posted by: funke at December 1, 2006 1:18 PMI'm a good girl, I am.
Posted by: linnea at December 1, 2006 4:25 PM...all you want is a home somewhere, far away from the cold night air...
Posted by: funke at December 1, 2006 11:46 PM