Happy Thanksgiving!

House stuffed like a clown car, oven's been going all day, still 62 degrees outside ... Let's cut off the air conditioning!

 

The man is a saint.

 

After watching me carving the turkey, my mother said that she was glad that I didn't become a surgeon like she wanted.

 

So Alice and I had our first Thanksgiving just for two ever. It went great, except the smaller turkey got done about an hour before we are used to. She didn't have a chance to make the apple pie and asked if that could be postponed until tomorrow. We had pear, blue cheese and a Vacqueyras red from the Rhone instead. Trade that helped both clubs. Only problem is it's six and my body feels like it's 10.

 

You, too?

 

Absolutely. There's another bottle, and we are going to drink it as we watch the Thanksgiving episode of WKRP.

 

Always feel slightly jealous this time of year of the families that aren't teetotalers.

 

Too bad you guys don't have a time machine to go back 40 years ago...

 

We've made it to 7:15 p.m. EST, and no mention of Crossed Jiblets of Death.

 

Twins recently turned 1 and are pretty healthy.
Wife doing well with next baby due in March.
Great job with a great company that compensates me well and values my work.
Much for which I am thankful.

 

Lunch at the mother-in-law's that went much better than expected. And, out of the blue, she gave us a painting by our favorite artist. (She inherited it from her longtime man friend who died a couple of months ago, and the colors didn't go with her decor.)

Turkey was actually good. Sister-in-law has figured out a brining technique that guarantees the whole this is moist, and brother-in-law carved it in a way that every piece had some crispy skin on. And had a safe trip there and back.

 

Looking forward to the annual War on Christmas starting at midnight. The trump edition should be a fine bloody affair