Thanksgiving As It Was

This is Couch. Couch was originally called Thing 1. When he was an inside cat Thing 1 took to laying on top of the couch like a rug, thus the name change. He likes the outdoors now and greet me every morning at the front door with a series of meows. Just one of many morning rituals.

Two things have been occupying my mind lately as I try to stall.

I haven't skied in years, but lately it's been on my mind. Especially telemark skiing. Graceful, not that I am when I try, but just offbeat enough for my tastes. I've done it on lift assisted runs and in the semi-backcountry. I've been looking at the equipment and it sure doesn't look like the skis and boots I used. If fact it looks like the downhill/alpine gear I left behind when I took up cross country skiing. Oh, well. Que Sera, Sera.



The other thought is our lovely Corolla. I have come to like the simple efficiently of this car. It has been through multiple drivers before we six have driven it. The back windows don't go up or down. The front windows do move, but it means taking off the interior door panels and disengaging the cable spool that holds the window glass up and manually letting the window down. Or spin the spool to hold the window up. Quite an operation,though I can do it in about 10 minutes by now.

My thoughts are to strip the car of extraneous things like the back seats and carpets and make it into a lean, mean urban do almost everything machine. Dirt from the nursery, no problem. Fire wood hauler, bring it on. Another object to embarrass my children, you betcha.


Thanksgiving was good. We battled through some sicknesses. Maureen did a yeoman's job and prepared a fine dinner. Her mother was over along with sister, brother and attached family. Good times were had by the fire.

This was after a Tuesday night at Betty's of 3/5ths of the Napa Derrs and the arrival of Wilson from the Great Rainy North. With delays and layovers, Wils' trip from Eugene took 21 hours. Whoa, baby. Modern living.




Happy thoughts go out to Brad and Laurel and their engagement. Oh what times to live and have someone special to share life with.


The last thoughts go to Sam and his special test the next three weeks. Vaya con Dios.