After the road trip, but before being allowed to go back to Bellingham, I was invited over to my brother's girlfriend's parents for a turkey toasting. They live in Bellevue, up in a fantastic tower, with clean-ness all over it. I was surprised they let me in, but they are kind hearted souls, and not afraid of the dirty, I guess. Abe had brought venison, smoked salmon, wild rice, and nettles; basically the whole meal, though there was a turkey looking mighty tasty sitting on the table as well. Katrina's family was there, so I took a family shot. They have a very proper dog, with immaculate etiquette and good floor manners.
We came back to Bellingham on Friday (and a very Black Friday it was), and I got to see my precious Altair for a little bit, to check her spirits and bilge level, then on Sunday I got to give thanks again at my mother's place, around a less square table, with my family.
The rice is hard to separate completely, so it takes a lot of work on the machine abe has set up, then finally hand picking out the golden pellets at the end.
Tomorrow I fly out to Hawaii, to the Big Island, for a two week trip out there with my friend Lindsay. I hope to have lots of cool pictures and maybe a story or two and even a scar, or a tattoo on my face, or some wild Hawaiian thing.