Thanksgiving Nov. 22, 2018
Hey y'all, sounds like everybody survived Turkey Day..
We woke up to 5 glorious degrees - above zero - and the 4-6 inches of snow we've had on the ground for the last week. By the time we headed off for Becky's brother's the temperature had soared all the way up to ten degrees, (that's twice as warm as it was when we woke up - right?). The high for the day was just 16 degrees, but it never snowed a flake.. We had 15 people, including four kids, oh and there was a dog too... Small dog, .. small neurotic dog actually. The kids were great, like all kids are today.. Completely unsupervised, doing whatever their joyous little minds thought of doing, sticking their grubby little fingers into all the pies to see which ones they liked the best. Darting here and there sampling bits of baked ham and turkey, before they were served, grabbing handfuls of mixed nuts and throwing them at each other.. They had grand fun.. I thought back to the days when I was a kid and children should be seen and not heard.. I think I actually miss those days.
The dog was enthusiastic about all the excitement.. Whenever new guests would arrive, it would dash about in small circles, barking until the No-Bark collar it was wearing would shock the schitt out of it, and it would run ki-yi-ing into the bedroom to hide under the bed. The kids thought that was great fun and I must admit, that as an electrician, I got a kick out of it too.. It also peed on the floor in a moment of even greater excitement when one of the little girls let out a screech that would have broken my ear drums if I had been wearing MY hearing aids. Oh! And after it ate a plateful of food one of the kids had decided he didn't like and had thrown on the floor, it puked it's guts out, as it's delicate disposition couldn't deal with all the turkey and stuffing, potatoes and gravy, squash and - - and whatever the hell goes with squash. One lady brought Brussel sprouts.. Brussel sprouts mind you! I have no idea what in hell she had in mind, maybe she wanted to make everybody puke!
Anyway, it was a day to remember and hopefully I will and then I'll have more sense next year and stay home..
Somebody actually said I was just a crotchety old man! Can you imagine that?
Roger