Okay, I lied. I wasn’t planning a traditional, family laden Thanksgiving. All the while I was feeding you all recipes and encouraging a Martha Stewart marathon, I was packing my bags and cookware and getting the heck out of Dodge. And quite frankly, I don’t feel guilty. Not in the least. Because the four of us, instead of spending the Thanksgiving weekend working on cleaning and cooking and then cleaning again and resorting to Black Friday spent four days:
In Seaside, Oregon. Yes, this the northern Oregon coast in the late November. And it was a balmy 56 degrees. At Thanksgiving. And so we flew kites,
Taunted the waves:
And found out just what it’s like when the waves catch you:
I didn’t lie about cooking dinner, because I did cook a real a Thanksgiving dinner, which we enjoyed in a sort of peaceful, quiet solitude.
Not a lot of people were there, so we truly had the beach to ourselves,
and if I hadn’t taken these pictures, I don’t know if anyone would have believed us. We dubbed it “Anarchy Thanksgiving,” because it was a chance for us to get away to a place we love, not fret about work or autism (because Matthew loves the beach, and it is the one place where he is an ordinary, normal little kid)
(and yes, he is in bare feet–we were all in bare feet, again in November, in Oregon–crazy, huh?!) and there was no place to fret any of the countless other things that fill our regular days, and believe me, it was wonderful. Hope your T-day was just as beautiful, and perhaps had a pinch or so of anarchy as well.