Bobbins. That’s what Thanksgiving is. And what’s more, I don’t understand the purpose of it; it’s a second rate Christmas 4 weeks before Christmas. No angels, no prezzies, no trees, no lights, no baubles, no bloody point!
Getting Billy ready before we set off.
We went to the Fischer family home in New Jersey and we ate and ate, as people do. It was nice. Though I suspect it wasn’t the most traditional itinerary. We spent almost every waking moment sorting through boxes. Heidi’s mum is trying to rid the house of all the kid’s junk. Heidi’s family home is full to bursting with all manner of stuff. I once found 5 dusty laptops in a pile on a bedroom floor. There are printers, scanners, photocopiers, fax machines, books, glasses, textiles, and many, many other types of matter everywhere you set foot. There are more light bulbs and wires than they have at peak season in Blackpool. Max and Albert’s (H’s brothers) bedrooms were equipped with these ultra-warm cheery fluorescents:
Due to limited floor space Max and I were forced upwards to read.
Billy utterly bewildered in an all new cot.
Heidi and I continued our search for missing photographs. All our photos from our first year together disappeared in Heidi’s bedroom. This isn’t too surprising as her bedroom is just hundreds of boxes of papers all in a big pile. Every time we visit we look for them, this time, after 2 years, we were successful. Here are the pictures we were most upset at having lost, passport photos from our kerazy courtship years back in the sixties:
Now we just have to find Heidi’s entire CD collection. This has been missing for 3 years.
Finally here’s a video of Max and Billy taken this morning: