Thanksgiving

 We spent Thanksgiving at the cabin this year in Idaho. We had everyone there except Becky's family. It was one of the best weekends! It snowed on Thanksgiving day which made it that much more magical. We chopped and hauled wood up to the cabin for the winter, stacked hay, and chased a packrat out of the hay bales. We played pool, sat by the warm fire, told stories, played board games, drank freshly pressed cider, ate all the best food, and took naps. It was just the perfect weekend. Everyone had to leave that night, though, to go to work the next morning. So Scott and I stayed an extra night and cleaned everything up the next morning. That was fun too. We stayed up and played games 'til really late.

Poor Brad wrecked his knee and had to get an MRI. He did everything possible to mess it up except break it clean off. He tore all the muscles, ligaments, and fractured it playing ball. He'll have to have surgery to repair all the damage, and probably call it quits for good on church ball.