All is well here in the middle of the San Joaquin Valley. We have had very cold, wet, drippy fog for many mornings, but Thanksgiving morning has dawned with sunshine on the leaves.
The pace has been quick, swift, loud, rambunctious. But on Thanksgiving, the grandchildren have gone home and the house is quiet, still, waiting for something to happen. It won’t, though, because it’s just Terry and me and the cats, back to our very sedate life. The cats are happy with that. They can nap wherever they wish with no fear of someone pouncing on them to hug and to carry.
Lots of shopping was done in their three-day visit. Art supplies, shoes, books. A new suitcase and candy. Vegan turkey dinner was served early in the week. Vegan corn dogs was the lunch of choice.
Laundry was an everyday occurrence as they brought all their dirty clothes because the electricity had not yet passed inspection at their new house. New to them, but ancient in terms of construction, electrical and plumbing. While they shopped and ate and slept and played here, the city inspector came to their house and declared it can all be plugged in and turned on. But, then the heater decided to quit.
I have no idea what we will eat for the next few days as I refuse to shop during these crazy-making retail days. There is food in cupboard and freezer so we won’t starve, but fresh produce is pretty low so we may get scurvy!
Blessings to you all, dear Readers, on this most thankful of all days, Thanksgiving 2021.