We are still enjoying our Thanksgiving leftovers. I had a turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, mayo sandwich for breakfast yesterday, and leftover mashed potatoes and candied yams for dinner…may do the same today. Still not tired of it…haven’t even tasted the pecan pie yet (P says it tastes like pecan custard pie).
No Black Friday shopping in person, although I did place an order online (half of which has already shipped, oh my!). We are definitely cutting back this year…our present to ourselves was the gas stove we had to buy last week and my new tires from two months ago.
How ugly and bizarre to be glued to the TV over the whole holiday, watching events unfold in Mumbai. And now they are saying that all that was accomplished by 10 young men? And how many times did we hear that it was all over, starting that first night? And WHY did they let people stand so close to the hotels and the Nariman House?
The above brought back the memory of another Thanksgiving, a long, long time ago, when my husband was a reporter in Maine. We had just finished Thanksgiving dinner and he got called out to cover a police standoff at a house. Because of the holiday, I went with him and ended up holding the light while he shot pictures. It ended up being a mentally ill young man who had barricaded himself into his house by covering the doors and windows and wearing an aluminum foil hat so that “they” couldn’t hear his thoughts. Incredibly sad. I was told later that no one likes to hold the light for the camera person because it makes a good target for gunfire!
OK, off to get some work done so that I can watch football with a clear conscience…tomorrow I’ll watch NFL as I prep (ick, gross, ick ick) for my “procedure” Monday morning.