
A sign seen in my grocery store this past Sunday.

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“Writers might despair or suffer writer’s block, usually loudly, but they don’t decide to quit unless they are even more disturbed than they had to be in order to become writers in the first place.”
Herbert Gold – Not Dead Yet: A Feisty Bohemian Explores the Art of Growing Old
Last year during the holidays it was a text message from a man I used to do business with. This year it was a simple short email that brought a smile to my face. The following exchange happened today, edited lightly for reading.
Sun 12/12
Hey G-man, how you doing? It’s T-Box. Just wanted to say hi and wish you and your family a Happy Holidays. Hope everyone is healthy and doing well.
You still working? I know you are getting old and have some grandbabies you would rather spend time with.
Deb and I are doing well, staying home and staying healthy. Been looking at moving back to Missouri “from wenz I came” or something like that. Still working, at least until I drop dead. If Deb can figure out a way for me to draw a paycheck after I’m dead, I may be working even after that.
Anyway, Happy Holidays and take care.
Hey T-Box, always good to hear from you and glad to know you’re not dead yet. I hope everyone on your side is healthy and doing well despite nearly two years of The Great Pandemic. Never forget how fortunate we both are during these difficult times.
Yes I am still working. Getting old is a process and a privlege denied to many. The best part about getting old is you’re not old until you get there. You and I aren’t quite there. Yet.
We would love spending more time with The Tiny Generation. But for now 1-2 visits a month is fine and there’s plenty of video chats in between.
Barb and I have also talked about moving closer to the tiny people. But there’s no guarantee one or both of their parents might get a job offer they simply cannot refuse and move away Also anything we buy will be smaller and more expensive than the house we’re in. So those conversations continue…
Let’s agree to keep as much distance between Deb and Barb as we possibly can. They think alike which is a scary thing. If they ever put their heads together they’ll figure out a way for both of us to keep working after we’re dead. Sounds like a rough eternity if you ask me.
Happy Holidays, take care of yourselves and each other. Stay in touch!

A few days ago the weather got cooler and thoughts of chili, soups, and stews started swirling in my head. Then today happened.
I mowed the back yard AND raked up leaves.
The Boss just got back from Sunday errands.
“Beer? It’s not even 5:00 0’clock!”
It’s also not supposed to be 75 degrees F here in December.
T-Day this year was at our house and it was just the second time in nearly 20 years we hosted. For many years we traveled to Texas and one year we ended up in Owasso OK. But this year The Texans came north. We had a small gathering of five humans and one Aussie. Shopping for a small dinner crowd like this should have been simple. But as the Great Pandemic continues to affect aspects of our lives we all have not experienced I had to go to multiple stores to find what I needed. The sandwich meat and cheese purchase was left for the last day of shopping the day before T-Day. And as I circled the store searching for bargains I stumbled upon a refrigerated display of fresh turkeys.

Yup. Dried pasta is 50% more expensive per pound. A tub of strawberries was over $6.00 at the same store. Ground beef was seven times the price per pound. So I could not resist. I bought the little fellow.
nOn Sunday I roasted Turkey Two. I decided to cook the bird and freeze portions for future meals. My mind has been wandering to the many ways of making leftover turkey palatable. But it’s not been easy since we are tired of turkey right now. So in no particular order here’s what I learned this year shopping for the feast.
Take Home Lessons

Yup. Looks large but not a lot of meat.
Links to recipes for dishes from past Thanksgivings.

Your Grandmother’s Dressing (this is the real deal)
20 Sweet Potato Recipes – The First Mess
Whole Wheat Banana Muffins (updated)
White Chicken Chili (for the leftover turkey)
One Rotisserire Chicken, 50 Meals – #3 Sour Cream Chicken Enchillada Casserole (another recipe for leftover turkey)

The original Pecan Pie recipe because the source is Mom (Grandma Bev).

Yes, the pumpkin pie recipe is on the back of a can of pumpkin.
Sat 11/13
Random Thoughts
The digital display this morning was 172. Not surprising since I fasted a full day while having only a gallon of Gatorade mixed with 238 grams of Miralax two days ago. Thanksgiving is in less than two weeks. I might have discovered a fool proof method for losing a few pounds quickly. No solid food, no alcohol, flush out your GI tract.
A week ago we were in Lake Conroe TX for a wedding and since I had a ton of PTO saved up I took a week off from my Day Job. Over the years I’ve been guilty of preaching one thing and doing the exact opposite. I cannot recall the last time I took a full work week off. This year I took time off to take care of myself. It was a perfect week for a day of fasting. My vision exam was also an eye opener.

I learned a lot about myself this past week (not all good). The Future Best Seller? One day I sat my butt in my chair to work on my book and I wrote one paragraph. It took me an hour. Blog writing is easy. Book writing is difficult. Journal writing is easy. Writing a book is HARD WORK. Maybe a change in writing strategy is needed. I’ll book write as if I’m writing in my journal, tag the entry for later, and use that as the basis of an essay/chapter with a ton of rewriting and editing. Still might take an hour per paragraph…
I’m headed into the 2021 Holiday Season in a good frame of mind and seven pounds lighter than the day after Thanksgiving a year ago. (see Random Thoughts the Day After Thanksgiving 2020). The extended family has grown to the point where it’s nearly impossible to have everyone together at the same place and same time. For only the second time since moving north of the Red River we are hosting a Thanksgiving dinner. Four Texans are coming over and I’m almost ready with the majority of items needed already purchased. I even have dog treats for the new furry family member.