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Nov. 25th, 2005 05:56 pmYesterday I spent most of the day on the train, winding its way through the beautiful New England countryside, listening to George Winston's December and Autumn. It was a lovely trip--the tracks cut through a lot of tiny towns with whistlestops, and backwoods with creeks and lakes and lots of trees, and fields with stonewalls quietly sectioning the land. Really beautiful, a very relaxing trip. I love taking the train (although it does take too long)--it gets me in the holiday mood.
We have a full house here--me, my parents, my brother Stuart and his wife, their baby and her father (who is French), and then this afternoon my brother Bart, his BF and his kids and mother. Because Bart et al. won't get here until this afternoon, we are having the Big Eat today so right now the house is redolent of turkey and stuffing. When I arrived last night Stuart made a soup of butternut squash, apple, bacon bits and chicken grease, and we had salad and cheesebread with that.
It must be said again how lovely it is here. It snowed across New England yesterday, so there's a soft layer of white across everything--the roads, the trees, the signs. My dad picked me up at the train station and we drove through the snow still falling--the headlights cut through the darkness and it was so beautiful I wanted to film it--all blackness and softwhite everywhere. This area of New Hampshire is so beautiful.
I got up late this morning--I was so rested on that beautiful old-fashioned bed that actually supported my back I didn't want to leave it--and eventually joined the family downstairs, who were playing Parcheesi. I played with my nephew William for a little bit, taking him around the house and telling him about family members in pictures on the walls. ("There's my great-grandfather, who's your great-great-grandfather, Wharton Green, who designed the subway and had an office in 30 Rock...there's your father, your uncles and I at the house in Milford...") He kind of gulped and stared solemnly at the pictures--he was listening to his Auntie. William has blue eyes and a fluff of reddish-blonde hair--he looks a lot like Stuart at his age except that Stuart had white-blonde hair until he was 12 or so.
We have a full house here--me, my parents, my brother Stuart and his wife, their baby and her father (who is French), and then this afternoon my brother Bart, his BF and his kids and mother. Because Bart et al. won't get here until this afternoon, we are having the Big Eat today so right now the house is redolent of turkey and stuffing. When I arrived last night Stuart made a soup of butternut squash, apple, bacon bits and chicken grease, and we had salad and cheesebread with that.
It must be said again how lovely it is here. It snowed across New England yesterday, so there's a soft layer of white across everything--the roads, the trees, the signs. My dad picked me up at the train station and we drove through the snow still falling--the headlights cut through the darkness and it was so beautiful I wanted to film it--all blackness and softwhite everywhere. This area of New Hampshire is so beautiful.
I got up late this morning--I was so rested on that beautiful old-fashioned bed that actually supported my back I didn't want to leave it--and eventually joined the family downstairs, who were playing Parcheesi. I played with my nephew William for a little bit, taking him around the house and telling him about family members in pictures on the walls. ("There's my great-grandfather, who's your great-great-grandfather, Wharton Green, who designed the subway and had an office in 30 Rock...there's your father, your uncles and I at the house in Milford...") He kind of gulped and stared solemnly at the pictures--he was listening to his Auntie. William has blue eyes and a fluff of reddish-blonde hair--he looks a lot like Stuart at his age except that Stuart had white-blonde hair until he was 12 or so.
