Happy Thanksgiving to all. It’s a day of tradition, usually involving turkey, but also lobster stew (it’s on the porch keeping cool since yesterday), and family members arriving in the middle of a storm (some years it’s a day later—why is there always a Thanksgiving storm?).
Jeri is getting our turkey ready and I’ve been advised to stay out of the kitchen. Christina is making a pie. Marya flew in from Alaska yesterday and is still in bed. Andrew and Tor up and about, keeping Rosie the dog and Little Sal the cat happy. Heather out on the west coast in the other Portland. I’m tending to a Thanksgiving tradition here at the computer, namely a youtube video.
No, not Arlo Guthrie and Alice’s Restaurant. I did that a couple of years ago.
This one does involve turkeys, and although it seemed like a good idea at the time, it all kinda went downhill once the turkeys were released into the wild. Famous last quote: “As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.”
God bless us, every one, and keep us from vengeful turkeys.