But Thanksgiving is about family and eating together and hanging out. So that is what we were doing in Providence, hanging out and helping to paint the living room of Ingrid and Geoff's new house. And after painting, reading on the sunporch ((I kjølvannet or In the Wake, learning Norwegian by reading in translation). And heading out to the local beach restaurant for chowder ("chawda").
And going for bike rides. And even coming home again after the bikeride to find that one of the cats, Hops, had climbed a tree at the end of the block and Ingrid, because she weighed less, had to climb the wobbly ladder to bring her back to earth and the comfort of the new home. All in the order of "hanging out."
