BOY AM I THANKFUL

It’s that time of year again.  All those truly wonderful fattening foods are here: Turkey, stuffing, pie, whipped cream.  My mouth is watering right now.  Shortly we are off to Vons/Safeway to buy butter and other foods.  George wants to serve Red Lobster Biscuits at Thanksgiving dinner.  I suggested he try a batch first.  I can do pie and whipped cream without trying it first.

As a Thanksgiving offering, I share with you this photo of me looking out the back window of the cottage.  Frankie, my old neighbor, and I, have put together a traditional Thanksgiving meal for family and friends.  The cottage would seat about five.  Total.  The back yard could seat fifty or so, and that’s where we had it. 

Here I am with a glass of Rose’ in my hand.  I don’t look too bad, but in three years I would be near death from my Alcoholism.  All these years later, I can tell you that getting well is certainly worth every bit of the struggle.

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• Himself:  Woke feeling good today.

https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>   Lunch with daughter.  Adulting can be lots of fun.  Visit Poolie later, lite dinner, and meeting.

Reading:  Still reading Katharine Grahams memories.  Reached the Pentagon Papers.  Scary time.

Captain Poolie:  Haven’t heard from her today.

Gratitude’s:  That I can do lunch with the daughter.