Thanks to Liz. Quite literally, the renovation wouldn’t have been done in time without her.
Thanks to Pete, who convinced the contractor to come in the Saturday after Thanksgiving to finish up the renovation.
Thanks to Carren from Grace Cathedral, who continues to check on us even though we haven’t been to church in three weeks. We’re hoping to go tomorrow, but I’m feeling pretty ick. Maybe it would be nice to have communion brought over…
Thanks to Steve Muncie, our rector in Brooklyn, who regularly sends me Facebook messages. We do miss Grace Church Brooklyn Heights. I’m going to miss doing the nutty Christmas Pageant coffee hour, but if truth be told, I don’t have the energy to make peanut chocolate toffee and peppermint bark and five kinds of cookies this year.
Thanks to Sarah, Laura, Nancy and Nell who are this year organizing the Brooklyn Dyker Heights lights pilgrimage that I used to organize. (If you’re not familiar with Brooklyn, imagine Tony Soprano decorating for Christmas, again, and again.) I’m so glad that tradition will go forward. Say hi to Rocco at Rocco’s Calamari for me. (Non-Brooklyn-ites, Rocco’s Calamari is an awesome Italian cafeteria, worth a jaunt, also apparently stripped from the tapes of the Sopranos.)
Thanks to Clair, who helps us on moving day. Clair has a ridiculously busy life already, but she comes over and spends a whole day doing things like sweeping the redwood needles off the garage roof, cleaning the windows, managing box traffic control, helping us cram the random bits into the garage. Clair, you’re awesome.
Thanks to Sarah, who flies all the way from Brooklyn to take care of me this week. She has made both Pete and me so very happy to have her here. She has made her wonderful partner, Laura, and her son Nathaniel unhappy because she is here. Thanks to all of them for making this sacrifice. And thanks to God for Sarah’s awesome spaghetti sauce. We all loved it, even my pick-eater kid and my demented mother.
Thanks to my brother Hal who continues to shower us with seafood. This evening, it’s abalone.
Thanks to everyone who sends me infusion day messages. I’ve said it before, but they mean something.