Random Thanksgiving Musings

We planned to spend Thanksgiving at my parents' place just south of South Bend, about two hours away from Fort Wayne. That's where we go every Thanksgiving. But the weather forcast was pretty bad this year, with up to a foot of snow predicted, much of it coming on Thanksgiving day itself. I called Mom on Wednesday night and warned her that we might just stay home, which is what she suggested before I even got out my warning. Then I called again on Thanksgiving morning. The wind was blowing real strong. There was some minor snow action, but not much. However, the forcasts continued being ominous. Mom said, "If I were you, I would hunker down with a blanket and stay warm." So that's what we did.

Now I'm sitting beside the patio door, watching Jordi as he stalks mice out on the hill in back of our property. I don't see a bit of snow. Thanksgiving turned out to be a blustery day, but with practically no snow accumulation. Same Friday, yesterday, which turned out to be a very nice day with the absence of Thursday's high wind.

So we missed Mom's noodles this year. The first in many years. She used to do a turkey until a few years ago, but our main interest has been her homemade noodles, and I think that's all she was fixing this year (as far as main course). I mourn missing the noodles. And her homemade rolls. And the fellowship with my parents, who could be around for many years yet...or not. Like the weather, you can't predict some things.

I used the days wisely, making enormous headway on a major writing project. It was great fun, very satisfying. I'll finish it up today, and then print everything out for Pam to read. She'll like it. I know.

Jordi is being good, staying right out on the boundary line. Two lines, in fact, since he's perched at the southwest corner of our lot, like there's a big star there. Of course, he's looking across the boundary, wanting what is on the other side, and he'll eventually meander over. He's got a big yard to enjoy, but instead, he sits on the edge, gazing over, wanting what is forbidden. He's a guy, after all. Curses upon us!

Okay, Pam's getting up now. My battery is down to 27%, and anytime now, I'll need to go fetch Jordi as he wanders into the next yard. I've said nothing here that would be of particular interest to visiting readers, and for that, I apologize. On the other hand, you probably have leftover turkey to snack on, while Pam and I have nothing but the usual frozen stuff to get us through the day. So while I've given you nothing worth nibbling on, you'll be fine.

Posted on November 26, 2005 07:34 PM|

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