The Thanksgiving holiday brings Americans of all races and religions together to fight over discounted electronics.
The watering can seemed appropriate on a soon-to-be rainy day!
OMG, It is 45 degrees outside or as Mom would have said, “Colder than a Well Digger’s butt.” She was colorful that way! According to the “weather guesser” (sometimes referred too as the weatherman), the sky will cloud up starting about 5:00 PM today and then rain for the next two days! I hope Old Ranch has waterproof turkeys!
Waterproofing was the order of the day as the forecast says 2-3 inches along the beach, and that’s where we are! We even got our own newspaper story which we posted below:
Warnings were provided!
Around noon I headed for the dentist as I lost a crown, and he proceeded to glue it back in.
Sue was ready to go when I returned home, and we headed for Chinese, Panda Inn, our favorite. We had a wonderful lunch, and I tried the Panda In Trio, spicy shrimp, beef, and chicken in a fiery hot sauce!
Yummy with a capital “Yum.”
We departed as the sky was beginning to change, and one could smell storm in the air. I dropped Sue off at home, and I did some errands before it got dark.
Over to Old Ranch in the Silver Ghost to make a final reservation for Thanksgiving. We have eighteen folks joining us for an afternoon celebration of this magnificent country of ours!
Right around the corner is CVS, and I stopped to look at the prescriptions the doctor sent in after the surgery. Well, I did not pick up any of them as Sue is sturdy and did need the little buggers! One last stop was needed; Ralph’s, where Nestle’s is still disappointing us! Tollhouse tookies are not on the shelves, and this has been three weeks!
The Kingfish would often say, “I is gettin regusted about this sitiasian.” We want out tookies back on the shelves, and we want it now!
As I was changing into my TV watching close the phone, she rang. Ring! Ring! Ring! Without a doubt, another telemarketer so the ignore-button automatically got pushed. The, like magic, a voice on the recorder came on. I knew the voice instantly, and it was Olivia Gillick.
We had not talked in probably fifteen years, maybe more. Last time we saw Olivia was at Thanksgiving they year Marion, her mother, passed and that had to be thirty-one years ago. Her son, David, named after me, is now thirty-one! David, you ask? My name is Paul David and around the house, at school, and all of my family called me “David” since dad was Paul and two, Paul’s was confusing!
We talked for 35 minutes. Olivia had called to see if I have a phone number for Aunt Kaye, they were close, and since Kaye moved into a care facility, her phone no longer works!
We grew up together on Comey Avenue in Los Angeles
We watched NCIS Los Angeles using our CBS Now subscription. The service is neat as it keeps track of the shows we have observed, shows us all the episodes we have yet to see, and does it without pesky advertisements.
