My mom, the painter.
Dad just sent over some photos of my mom’s latest work. Looks like she’s been busy!! I have fond memories of a shared interest in painting with Mom. When I was a teenager, inspired by the PBS show ‘The Joy of Painting’ with Bob Ross (R.I.P.), we armed ourselves with oils, brushes, and canvas and hacked around for a while. Man, that guy made painting look effortless! For some strange reason – as I followed along and tried to copy his strokes, my results looked like the work of a dog that had just walked through a puddle of paint and stepped all over the canvas. No match for his beatiful landscapes! Now about 20 years later, Mom has gotten the bug and is taking classes and enjoying putting brush to canvas again. Great job, Mom! The paintings look super!
Gobble, gobble!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! It’s been a great day so far (unless you’re one of these…). Liz has been busy cooking all morning, and we just finished stuffing ourselves. Yum! The girls got a front-row seat to the action, and have been learning a lot about cooking from their mother. She even taught them how to make turkeys out of napkins. Dinner was great, we all enjoyed the FEAST.
Jessica especially liked the olives.
The day started off pretty cold, down in the 30’s, but by mid-morning it warmed up a bit. So Malcolm and I took off for a short ride up to Roxborough State Park. What a pretty day, the air was really clear and we had a great view into downtown Denver (you can kind of see the skyline to the right of us in the picture). It’s almost spooky riding with him, he looks and acts so much like me on the bike… He even attacked me on a steep hill! Just like I would have if I was him :-).
We sure wish we could be with our families, but at the same time appreciate being able to spend time together on our own. I’m so thankful for my family and for what I have.
Now it’s off to digest. Good thing we burned off some calories beforehand. Here are the rest of the pics from our ride:
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The Scene Begins 
