Mom decided a while back that she is opting out of the holidays this year, which I think is totally reasonable. This year, it’s too soon to do the same old thing, too much to cook a huge meal, to awful to contemplate putting up the Christmas tree.
So instead, I flew to Charlotte on Thanksgiving Day, she and Sissa picked me up at the airport, and we all hightailed it to Asheville for the weekend.
I miss mountains. Aside from the year+ in Austin, I have lived in flatlands since right after college.
We stayed at the Grand Bohemian, which I thought was great. Huge stone fireplace in the lobby, hunting-lodge decor (including many creeturs), a bar/lounge “lit” by dim red lights. It was funny, lovely, comfortable, with excellent staff. (ie, take extra money for all the tipping you’ll want to d0)
And there was great art. Most of the paintings in elevator alcoves and the two in our room were hunting scenes. There was one in our room of a flock of pheasant at sunset, and I liked waking up to see it. There’s a gallery in the hotel off the lobby. We had a good time wandering around, admiring a lot of the glass and jewelry and some of the paintings. I really liked the work of Joshua Smith: I like the dreaminess of it, and that rich gold/copper color.
Dinner was good. We toasted to ourselves: the Six-Legged Creature, that we’re learning to walk individually again, that we’re going through this and not around it. The turkey and ham were lovely, the squash casserole was like dessert, and the green beans were just like my grandmother’s, which made us miss her but glad to eat them. The tiny pies were a disappointment.
What a tragedy! One wishes to love a Tiny Pie.
Too much crust.
Next day we toured the Biltmore Estate, gawping at Old Shit Covered in Christmas Decorations. It was very interesting and lovely, but afterward we needed to fortify ourselves with a winery tasting. It’s thirsty work to tromp through a mansion.
At the suggestion of a coworker, we had dinner at Enoteca, happily just across the street from the hotel. We chose the “pick eight” tapas option and a bottle of wine, and it was just the right amount of food for Ladies Small of Appetite. If you’re ever in the area, I highly recommend this cute little place. Everything on our plate was delicious.
(Everything about my Mama is small these days, except her bravery.)
Saturday we walked downtown Asheville and discovered two jewel-box stores: Origami Ink and Cafe Ello. I could’ve spent my fortune at Origami Ink, if (a) I had a fortune and (b) I had room in my house for any more stationery or notebooks. Alas, trying to get either usually involves things falling on my head.
The man working there was so much like my dear friend Zenthony that for a few minutes, I didn’t have to miss my friend, because I felt that I’d gotten to talk to him.
(I did buy an owl-shaped seal.)
Cafe Ello is just a cute, kind of shabby little coffee shop run by a bunch of really mellow folks and one fast-moving go-getter lady who makes a tomato-basil soup so good my Mama finished the whole thing. Bonus points to you, soup lady!
Spa treatments. They are good for all the peoples. I had a Horrifying Spa Experience a while back. Maybe I’ll remember to post about that. The hotel spa was a perfect antidote.
All weekend we split sandwiches, shared breakfasts. We did pretty well, considering.
Then, you know, the Panthers lost horribly and we had a major three-way howling breakdown that I think we needed to have … which doesn’t make that sort of thing any easier. Yesterday I got up at 4:00 local and was at my desk in Houston six hours later. Which is to say, at my desk but not really awake or productive.
Looking back after a good night’s sleep, it was just the perfect thing to do. A subdued holiday but still a holiday – distracting, relaxing. Healing.