It’s been a long time since I lived somewhere that got hit by a hurricane—perhaps when Floyd made landfall in Philly? (I remember being let out of work early and running home through one of the hardest deluges I’d ever been in.) Growing up we had our share of scary typhoons (Hugo comes to mind), and even one or two when I was in high school in Maryland (Bertha!). But this was the first since living at a southern edge of Brooklyn in an apartment with windows that face out onto a highway and many small buildings–that is, allowing wind to pummel us full force.
Have you ever visited a place about which all you can really say is that it’s cute? Cute, that relatively condescending adjective. I have to admit it: That’s how I feel about Norway.
But then, I also identify as cute myself (I mean, aren’t I?), so I’m in conflict. And Norway probably outdoes even me for pretty.
One of my thirty-three things to do while I’m 33 was to go to the Met (#11). I have been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art many times—actually, I used to live within a 15-minute walk of the museum and once took FO shots there—but I hadn’t been in more than a year! Moving to Brooklyn meant a trip to the Upper East Side felt a lot like traveling to a different country. I figured I’d need to pack snacks.
Whew! 2011 has been nonstop, I tell you, NONstop. My new job means a lot more business travel—and a lot more yarny fun—but it has also meant a lot less blogging. And, actually, a lot less knitting, but I can’t actually blame the job. If ever a job inspired you to knit more, it’s this one! But I did knit something so far this year, and because I began it at TNNA and finished it at my most recent conference, well, it gives me a good excuse to finally wrap up all the events of the year so far into one mega-blogpost!
It’s no surprise that Thanksgiving—a holiday devoted to food, at which I am the only one to receive presents—is my most favorite. In high school and college my parents and I always celebrated as a nuclear family, doing a full meal for just the three of us, which meant lots of yumminess and even more leftovers. After college I started cooking this meal with a close group of my dearest friends, rotating hosting and experimenting with somewhat nontraditional but still seasonal fare. Of late, I’ve been staying in New York, at a gathering of “strays.” The past two years the fabulous Lindsay hosted, but I was in charge of the turkey and gravy. She moved to Beirut this past summer, which means everyone’s coming to our place, plus a few new faces!