So I drove by the supermarket finally and saw the poultry seeking masses. I drove off. I’m feeding seven on thursday and am far from thankful.
Prices seem normal but moods are subdued. We’ll see what goes on whence I finally reach for the bird.
You ever wonder what the turkeys think about this time of year? You have to imagine by now most of the Thanksgiving Day ones are dead. You think the survivors are taking bets on who dodge Christmas? I can see a bunch of toms hanging out saying “Buy beef or duck,buy beef or duck”.
These are the kinds of things that happen in my mind when I stop thinking about politics and life in general.Scary huh?
It’s 8:00p.m. and I’ve returned victorious from the third supermarket I went to. I now posses the proper size fresh turkey for me and mine. Tomorrow I once more dive in2theabyss and get those items we haven’t pawned off onto our guests.
Thanksgiving dinner went off without a hitch. there were any number of potential hitches too. Our latest arrival to chez Fray is a rescued Boxer. He has not played nice with others on previous visits. He was a star yesterday and today.
The meal itself was delicious and the gathering sane and positive. The long weekend that now follows is really just a gradual return to normal. I have some time now,tryptophan has worn off and I’m ready to jump in2somefrays.