imaginary outfit: going to the thanksgiving parade

Instead of going to family in Ohio, Delaware or Massachusetts, we decided to stay in the city and have our own small feast this year. Tomorrow we'll get up and walk to the parade, just to see what it is like, and then we'll head home for a day of roasting and braising, kneading and concocting, and sneaking treats to a yellow dog (well, I'll be doing that) before curling up with blankets and hot toddies to watch old movies.

We have a lot to be thankful for this year. We are grateful that we are in a place, new as it is to us, that feels like home already. A lot of that, for me, is due to you, the people who visit this blog. It's been a place of steadiness for me in a season of change. Since we've moved, I've discovered a ready-made world of new friends and neighbors waiting for me thanks to the community of readers that has somehow grown up around this site. They have made what could have been an incredibly lonely time a wonderful one.

So, readers met and unmet, vocal and silent - thank you. Happy Thanksgiving.