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Thanksgiving 06 - a day to remember? Started with a ride at Wissahicken down in Philly at 7:30am. But it wasn't just any ride. It had rained all night, so the trails were mini streams. If that wasn't hard enough I forgot to switch the cleats on my winter shoes, so I couldn't clip into my pedals for the entire ride. Wet slippery pedals and wet slippery rocks, make for a challenging ride. It wasn't all bad. The trails are a blast and there weren't many people out at that hour.
From the ride I had to rush back home for a shower. So much of a rush, my wet muddy stuff is still in my car from yesterday. That's first on the list of things to do today. After my shower we hit the road for Princeton Junction to catch a NJTransit train to Secaucus Junction. With the nasty weather yesterday and the holiday traffic, there was no way we were sitting on the NJ turnpike all afternoon trying to get north. On the way to the train station Jen decides to try a different way then we've always gone. It probably would have worked, but we were already late and I wasn't in the mood to try something new. After a few aborted attempts at different ways and a loss of precious minutes, we headed in the direction we knew and I was comfortable with. We got there just as the train should have been getting there. Luckily it was late. On the train and headed to Seacaucus - crisis averted.
In Secaucus her aunt picks us up and we head to her grandmother's for Thanksgiving. Nobody else was there, but the food was hot and good. We dig in. MMMMMM meat stuffing. It's like a finely ground meatloaf but way better. Over the hours the rest of the family shows, but now it's time to go. Again we're rushing to meet a train. Running from the car, through the terminal and down to the landing, we arrive as the train does. Hour long ride back to Princeton and tryptophan take there toll. Six thirty feels like ten thirty.
Back at the car it's on the road to Robbinsville to see her brother and his family. We miss dinner, but have some desert (again) and hang with guests. Jen's little cousins are typical tykes full of boundless energy.
A cup of coffee gets me to their level and it's time to tickle. Giggles bangs and crashes time for bed. A couple of hours of adult conversation, one for the road (coffee) and it's back to home.
What a day! No rest for the weary. Time to do chores.
From the ride I had to rush back home for a shower. So much of a rush, my wet muddy stuff is still in my car from yesterday. That's first on the list of things to do today. After my shower we hit the road for Princeton Junction to catch a NJTransit train to Secaucus Junction. With the nasty weather yesterday and the holiday traffic, there was no way we were sitting on the NJ turnpike all afternoon trying to get north. On the way to the train station Jen decides to try a different way then we've always gone. It probably would have worked, but we were already late and I wasn't in the mood to try something new. After a few aborted attempts at different ways and a loss of precious minutes, we headed in the direction we knew and I was comfortable with. We got there just as the train should have been getting there. Luckily it was late. On the train and headed to Seacaucus - crisis averted.
In Secaucus her aunt picks us up and we head to her grandmother's for Thanksgiving. Nobody else was there, but the food was hot and good. We dig in. MMMMMM meat stuffing. It's like a finely ground meatloaf but way better. Over the hours the rest of the family shows, but now it's time to go. Again we're rushing to meet a train. Running from the car, through the terminal and down to the landing, we arrive as the train does. Hour long ride back to Princeton and tryptophan take there toll. Six thirty feels like ten thirty.
Back at the car it's on the road to Robbinsville to see her brother and his family. We miss dinner, but have some desert (again) and hang with guests. Jen's little cousins are typical tykes full of boundless energy.
A cup of coffee gets me to their level and it's time to tickle. Giggles bangs and crashes time for bed. A couple of hours of adult conversation, one for the road (coffee) and it's back to home.What a day! No rest for the weary. Time to do chores.
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