We traveled to Deb and Tom’s tonight to spend Christmas Eve with their family, which is something of a family tradition for us. We have done that ever since they have lived in the same house. They have a big remodeling project going on. It really doubles the size of their house, I think. I wouldn’t necessarily do the project the same way, but that is the great thing about it for them: their house, their plans. Of course, the reason I would do it differently is because I would have so many windows and more room for our houseplants that are standing twelve feet tall now (the bird of paradise palms).
Tom made a good dinner. Deb says that he is a good cook, and I would have to agree. I hate being forced to agree with my baby sister, since I think she is kind of a dufus (stated with all the brotherly warmth that a person can muster for his little sister). Anyway, Tom baked a ham and potatoes, the usual fare, though the apple pie was very good. Side note: I found out later that the food was as good as can be bought from the Cashwise deli and then reheated at home. The food was good, so to each his own.
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