Happy Frank Comes To That Old House

It's been 8 days since my last blog post.
That's almost a record.

So today, before I run out to (probably) buy a chair from a guy

tearing down a house to build a McMansion, here I am.

Posting.  Because I missed you!

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It was a terrific Thanksgiving at That Old House.

We had two turkeys:

That's one of them on the platter, and the other?

Well, yes, it is tempting to say that the other turkey is sporting oddball plumage

in the shape of a turkey shirt bought years ago at Cracker Barrel.

But I won't say that.  Noooo. . . .  I'll just explain that I cooked a huge turkey breast

the day before, to have extra white meat.  That was the other turkey.

Other than this picture, taken of Dion after Happy Frank's Giving Day,

when our gluttonous dog could not move,

(in which, as Dion believes, Happy Frank brought him two adoring small children, turkey dinner snack sticks,

and buckets of handouts from guests), I got no other pictures of Turkey Day.

By now, the dining room table is bare.

There are still some of the Thanksgiving flowers on the sideboard.

And if you look really closely, you can see that the dining room windows are still nekkid.

I did not get the draperies sewn, nor did I recover the dining room chair seats.

You don't really need to look closely.  Bare windows kind of announce themselves.

As do crummy old chair seats.

 But . . .

we had a wonderful holiday weekend!

We were 24 gathered on Thanksgiving, we had Howard's parents here from faraway Florida,

we had the baptism of an adorable great-nephew on Sunday on Long Island,

my brother and his wife stayed with us Sunday night, and we bade goodbye to Howard's folks yesterday.

In between, lots of visiting and eating and laughing.

When I review my "Thank You" list, my list of blessings, our family is right there at the top.

We are very lucky ducks.

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Plus, I am rich!

Well, okay, not exactly rich.  If by "not exactly," we mean "not at all."

I opened my booth at an antiques mall last Tuesday, and that very day someone made a nice offer

on the drop leaf table I'd gotten at an estate sale.  My first sale on my first day.

This genuinely old and very genuinely used drop leaf table now lives in someone else's house.

And now I'm off to hunter-gather some other pieces, and haul them down to the booth.

I've already got the van partially filled.

This is a little more time consuming than I reckoned on, but it's fun.

Although Rudy, our wooden ghost who reminds us when things need doing around here,

is reminding me that it's time to get rid of the Autumn decor, and start thinking about

Christmas.

Yikes.

Have a lovely Wednesday, my friends. 

It's a beauty of a day here in New Jersey!  -- Cass

Tomorrow a tale of Dion's latest feat of derring-do, and the consequences!