I celebrated a non-traditional Thanksgiving dinner yesterday. By “non-traditional” I mean exceptionally unusual but, in the same breath, lovely.
I spent much of my day, listening
to reggae music and converting film slides from my 1985 trip to China to JPEG
so my computer can eat them. I also dialed
out and accepted a host of phone calls, and walked down to the lake just to
stare down into the water.
Happy Thanksgiving!
In the late afternoon, Miss
Desiree video-called from her Friday morning in the Philippines, half-a-planet away.
Desiree wanted to help prepare
my food and then attend my small, celebratory Thanksgiving dinner. Her first such celebration. This, again, by means of a video call on my
smarter-than-me-phone.
My meal consisted of the
following:
- A not-so-wee dram of Glenlivet Scotch (aged 18 years)
- Spaghetti squash cooked in the microwave and seasoned with pesto
- Curly’s precooked baby back pork ribs reheated outside on the grill
- A slice of huckleberry pie I made earlier (from berries I picked in August)
A fine meal. And, sincerely, in the spirit of our Thanksgiving,
a satisfying celebration across miles that don’t hold us quite as far apart as
once they did.
Much love, to all of you: Des,
family, friends!
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