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another wednesday post

Our heat did indeed come on on Saturday but it just got really crankin' yesterday (Tues).  I'm not sure what the temp is inside but it's nice and toasty.  We opened the window in our bedroom last night and turned down the radiator.  I love a cold bedroom for sleeping.  Outside it's in the low 40s in the morning and just around 50 during the day.  We've had nice sunny weather for the last few days and it really looks and feels so wintery.  I love it.  

Madeleine has really gotten into leaves.   Phil has taught her how to recognize the tree by it's leaves.  It's so cute as she walks down the sidewalk and says, "Look, a Ginkgo leaf!"  Yesterday he gave her a piece of evergreen.  She smelled it and said, "Smells like Christmas."  Neither of us intentionally taught her that but she's so right.

Phil and I are meeting for an Indian lunch later today.  Yippeeeeeee!  It's been so long and I just can't wait.  Xi'an doesn't have a lot of foreign foods but it's Indian restaurant is so good.  It's hard to know which I like better, the Indian or the Japanese.  Why choose?

Next week is Thanksgiving.  We're flying to Wuhan to celebrate with my folks.  How amazing is that?  We're going "home" for Thanksgiving.  "Home" being where our parents are.  We'll have a turkey and all the trimmings.  

One of my teachers asked me if we'd have turkey for Tgiving.  I asked her if she had eaten turkey before.  She told me (literal translation), "No, I've never met a turkey."  

And I, my friend, have never met a turkey that I wouldn't eat. 


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