Post-Thanksgiving Day

What a lovely Thanksgiving day we had here.  We are so fortunate to have a wonderful family.  I missed my parents, who weren't able to come for multiple reasons, one specifically because my mother had ingrown toenail surgery, which is definitely not a fun recovery from my recollection of a similar surgery I had years ago.  

My mother sent an Edible Arrangement for us to enjoy—and boy, did we enjoy it; there was barely any left.  Even the Guinea pigs got in on the action, eating the kale that was used as a decorative element. 

I love time spent with family, having Eric, Kelly, Nicole (now a college graduate, which boggles my mind), Bob, Brian, Dick, and Nancy—oh, and Daisy, the dog.   Such a good time. 

We took everyone to see the progress on the house, which is now close to being finished framing.   There was a crew working on Thanksgiving day.  They had some delicious lunch being prepared on-site.   I was hungry from the smell of their food and ready to dig into Thanksgiving dinner hours before it was ready after the smells coming from their lunch. 

The Tiny Girl Unexpected Cat Adventure:  My daughter and I were walking the neighbor's dog when we saw a cat walking casually towards us at the house next door to Charlotte, the dog.   I put Charlotte away, and we met the father and son, both named Mohammad.  The cats were some of the friendliest I've ever seen, with three of them walking straight up to my daughter and stropping against her legs as she crouched down to pet them.   After she went home, I spoke to the father, thanking him for the opportunity to pet their cats.   We can see their house from ours out the back.   I told him that my daughter was cat crazy, listening to cat fiction books and wanting to have one as a pet terribly badly, but due to my son's allergy to them (as well as my lesser allergy), we would never have one.  I told him that in that interaction alone, my daughter was able to pet cats more than she ever had in her life.   She was in heaven.   I said if he ever needed help taking care of them, to please keep us in mind.   He said they were kept inside due to some complaints from neighbors, but if they were home, they had them out, and my daughter was welcome to come over any time and pet them, something I am sure my daughter will be doing going forward.  

My Son The Teenager (almost):  My son is about to be officially a teenager.   He has an older phone we were using for timelapse video recording that he uses from time to time.  He mentioned something was on the phone yesterday and when I looked, I noticed it was a clone of my husband's phone number, ringing whenever he got a call as well as being logged into all of our social media accounts with administrator access and full control of my entire photo library with over ten years of photos and videos.  We are going to wipe the phone and get it prepared for his birthday coming up in just a few short weeks.  I can't believe we're giving him a phone, but we'll have it appropriately controlled so we can monitor things.  Thirteen is still quite young while at the same time being older than I can believe he is.