Earlier today I was sitting in our local diner having a late breakfast with the family. It's a little hole-in-the-wall place, [G-land town name] Diner, and it's a throwback to the '50s in decor, menu, and atmosphere. If you stumbled into it, you'd think it was a kitschy place designed to mimic the old-time diner, but I've lived in this town my whole life, and it's been that way for as long as I've known it. The name has changed, the owners have changed hands (but only because the family that owned it died out), but the diner is the same.
It reminds me a lot of the "Obligatory Cow Reference" diner (thanks for that perfect pseudonym, Stingray!) where breakfast was served every morning when I was in CO. Good food, lots of it, served by friendly people (when we left, every single person working there wished us Merry Christmas, from our server to the cook to the owner), and enjoyed by all. I started thinking about my extended family - my "tribe" as it were - and how fortunate I am to know so many fine people.
Christmas is a time for family and friends, and it's one of the reasons I wanted to have the Northeast Blogger Winter dinner around this time. Generally it's been close to half a year since we've all gotten together, and around this time I figure it's good to get everyone together for a night of camaraderie, good food and good conversation. While I wish I could gather the entire tribe at one place and time, I'll have to settle for attending as many functions as I can (without driving the Mrs. insane *g*).
When I think of the things I'm fortunate to have, our extended family is quite high on the list.
That is all.