Giving Thanks, Only Really Late

So, I was going to post about Thanksgiving. I had taken pictures, so I was going to wait until I had those uploaded. Then I remembered that I don’t actually know how to upload pics from my camera to my computer, even though I have done it before. So I kept putting it off, but now better late than never.

So Wednesday Catherine and her boyfriend Matt came down from Philly via train, I picked them up. On Thursday they made pie, and I attempted to make fruit salad, the recipe my mother had made every Thanksgiving and Christmas for as long as I can remember. This is when I learned that whipped cream and butter differ quantitatively, not qualitatively. Still, the fruit salad came out great. We went out to Falls Church, to a house in which Celeste and Corinna were dogsitting, there were about a dozen or so of us. Much food was eaten.

Friday, I took Cath and Matt back to the train station. Saturday, I helped Kathryn, an old roommate of Celeste and Corinna from BYU-Idaho, move in with them again. I guess they are creating BYU-Idaho East out here or something. This weekend, Celeste and Corinna took the bus up to NYC for the lights and whatnot that I guess they do up here. I guess it is now truly Christmas time . . .