Thanksgiving! ...in June!

I go swing dancing on Friday nights with the university club, and it's fantastic. Consequently I usually end up staying up past my bedtime, given that my summer schedule means that I have to work Saturday mornings. But those members of the club who stay 'til the end of the night (around 11pm) usually go out to get something to eat after dancing. This week it was frozen yogurt.

While we were sitting around talking, N told us that she had inherited a frozen turkey from our friend S when he moved to Chicago. Setting aside the bogglement that S had bought a large frozen turkey, presumably a year in advance, N explained that she didn't really have space to keep it, and would we be interested in having a Thanksgiving dinner, preferably tomorrow or Sunday, since she was thawing the turkey? The response was a resounding, if moderately flabbergasted, yes.

So a bunch of people I know from various activities (as well as people I hadn't yet met) showed up at N's house with Thanksgiving-y side dishes last night, and it was delicious. After that we watched "Strictly Ballroom," since the swing dancers had been discussing dance movies earlier. Then of course, we all felt like dancing, but it was late, so that will just have wait.

Skyping with Mom and Dad

I generally call my parents on Sundays, and occasionally we use skype so we can do the video chat thing. That was what we did today (until the thunderstorm knocked my power out). When the video came up today, they were sitting in front of a window, so all I could see was their back-lit sillhouettes.

Mom: Oh, we need to move!
Dad: No! We can be mysterious shadow people!
Mom: Let's move to the other side of the table.
Dad: NO! Sarah likes us being mysterious!
Mom: Come on!

Dad then picked up the computer, and I had a dramatic view up at his face while he was walking around.

Dad: I'm going outside (with the computer)!
Mom: Get back here!

Then he started adjusting the computer so it was edging Mom out of the picture.

Mom: Hey!
Dad: What!
Mom: I see what you're doing!
Dad: Sarah wants to look at me more.
Mom: He's been like this all day.