For Thanksgiving, J and I went to Nashville to stay with family.
It was a low-key holiday, and I used the time to relax, play with neices and nephews, build a variety of Lego objects, and contract a cold.
Since we arrived late, we spent the first night at the historic Union Station Hotel downtown.
Ceiling detail. Not pictured: a lost balloon.
Inside a former post office.
Crenulated for your pleasure.
Only happy tenants may park here.
B.B. King’s butthole.
Formerly farm supplies.
I’ve got my ash pipe.
Inside the sparklingly empty convention center.
An empty room.
Reach around panel.
The music of God, blared from public speakers embedded in utility boxes.
A delicious lunch.
Groceries fit for an army.
The old door.
She lightly played the piano while we slept.
Recliner controlled by chicken wing.
Improvising with Lego.
Smoking a turkey.
Luring a puppy into a Lego dog house with a morsel of food.
Making paper cranes for centerpieces.
An old storefront.
Just who does she think she is?
Time to shut this parade down, boys.
This year, I can check seeing the Hendersonville Holiday Parade of my bucket list. Only thousands more items to go!