I spent last Thanksgiving at my mom’s home in the mountains outside Asheville, North Carolina with my Aunts, Uncles, cousins, sister Robin, her family and some family friends. It was a good old-fashioned country Thanksgiving complete with macaroni and cheese made by my nephew Ryan, pictured above. I might have actually shed a tear over that mac and cheese after decades of vegan Thanksgivings.
After supper, we we headed down the road to Uncle Cliff’s house for dessert, football, and comas. Ryan grabbed my cell phone and looked through a year’s worth of my photos and said, “Aunt Shawn, all you do is work, bake, and hike.” To which I replied, “What else is there?” And while it was odd to have your life boiled down to the essential via cellphone, I bet if you grabbed your cellie and gave your year in pictures the once over, you’d get a good sense of what’s important to you, too.
So from my archives…
Work usually looks something like this. Brandi Carlile playing my uke in my office.
Baking, to be honest, it’s most often a pie.
And the hikes, on a good day, look like this.
Work, bake, hike: my holy trinity. Is there a word for just two now that rock stars don’t hang out in my office, and in fact, I don’t even have an office? In radio, we’d call it a duopoly. But I think I’ll go with dynamic duo. Tomorrow I’m planning to bake the world’s best banana bread and another batch of my Christmas cookies to freeze for later, and who knows, if there’s time after that, maybe a little run up Rattlesnake Ridge.