I can give you the Alfred Hitchcock version of Thanksgiving. This week has been so rotten that I get physically ill just thinking about it - - and my only two plausible options are suicide or selling this frickin' place.
I probably won't do either, but they presently linger at the top of my list of Reasonable Solutions.
I plan to recount my woes in a future blog post, but today I'm too mentally and physically exhausted to do it.
Despite all of my troubles, and the grim fact that I don't have a goddamn thing to be thankful for, I decided to make a fairly decent dinner - - as a stark contrast to the usual sandwiches, tuna, and pizza that I've been eating.
No turkey here today. But I had some chicken in the freezer. I thawed it, doused it with oil, paprika, and herbs, and tossed it in the oven. Then I made green beans with onions, and yams with cinnamon and brown sugar.
The cake that I had planned to bake never materialized.
Despite the devastation of a dire week, I managed to preserve documentation with my El Cheapo camera.
In layman's terms, that means I took some pictures.
I made four of these, so I have enough to eat tomorrow
Yesterday morning I heard a loud chattering ruckus outside. When I opened the back door I saw thousands and thousands of birds in the treetops.
They suddenly swooped up all at once and took off. It happened in only a few seconds and I hardly had time to snap some pictures.
As they were leaving.....
A strange photo
difficult to discern
My cat Bosco has been very sick all week with a respiratory virus. He crawled under the covers and stuck his head out - so I put a vaporizer by the bed. I've been doing this several times a day and it's been helping him.
My other cat Kitzee (also known as Scratch) comtemplating a weed
A few nights ago there was a horrendous rainstorm. I opened the door to look out for a few minutes - then I went to bed. I had NO IDEA that Kitzee slipped outside when I wasn't looking! I slept for about five hours.
When I got up, I was stunned to discover that Kitzee had vanished. I searched everywhere. I finally opened the back door and there she was - - completely DRENCHED! She looked like a used dishrag.
I dried her with a towel, brushed her, and put her next to a space heater - where she slept for over an hour.
She recovered beautifully, but it was a traumatic experience for a fourteen-year-old cat.
Weird glimpses of a chilly, hazy Thanksgiving Day in my back yard
I'm glad the damn holiday is over
I haven't been responding to your comments lately because I'm in bed with a bad back, an injured elbow, and a sick cat (Bosco) - and I'm typing on my laptop with one finger. It's extremely awkward.