An early dinner at Bear and Shortie’s. They cook the turkeys. Everybody else brings a dish. The setup. And the cooking. It takes one person to deep fry a turkey. There is no limit on the number of supervisors.
Morning light
Sixty eight degrees. One hundred percent humidity. Happy Thanksgiving all.
I have a question
I was thinking about Brother Bill’s recent trip to Bali, which led me to recall the time-zone torture of arriving in London years ago after flying all night, then trying to stay awake all the next day in an effort to adjust to London time as quickly as possible. Which brings us to today’s question: What did we call jet-lag in the old days when we were still flying in piston engine powered aircraft?
Nothing going on
Judy does chores and errands. I work. Nice weather. Saw the white tailed hawk fly over again today. Dramatic bird. Coots in the pond. The occasional blue winged teal. Not uncommon to see great blue heron, little blue heron, great egret, snowy egret, long billed curlew, killdeer, or snipe along the edge. The occasional long billed dowitcher. Caracaras fly over. Pelicans. Cormorants. Gulls. Day two of life after Plavix. I like it. Nothing going on.
Gulf Waters
One year of Plavix. Enough. This is day one of my post-Plavix life. The weather has changed. In October it was hot and hotter. Now, in November, it is just warm and comfortable with the occasional storm that passes through and makes it cold and windy. Today, we’re back to eighty and calm. We’ve started up with the Christmas decorations. Old habits… We’ve wrapped some palm tree trunks with light strings. We’ve got colored lights on the shed. Judy is accumulating yard decorations. She’s covering the solar yard lights with colored cellophane for the season. We won’t light much until after Thanksgiving, but we want to be ready. No more talk of a yard train so far. Judy is organizing a parade of lights. Golf cart. Three wheeled bikes. Maybe even the Trikke. Life on the beach.