As I write this, I have just finished catching up on reading all the articles that accumulated on my Google Reader. I didn’t have much idle time while in Las Vegas for reading, so it got pretty backed up. Fun fact: Google Reader stops counting at one thousand and tells you that you have (1000+) articles in your queue at that point. Thus, I have no idea how much I really read just now. It was a lot, though. Trust me.
The point of that little nugget of news was to serve as a lead in with my excuse for not having written about my Vegas vacation adventures yet. Once I got back in town from my trip I was physically a mess. That walk into the Grand Canyon had some residual pain that lasted for DAYS. Couple that with a lot going on at the office (day job) and a mountain of housework that needed to be done (including laundry and unpacking) and you begin to see that the real world got in the way of my Interwebz interaction.
DAMN YOUS REAL WORLD!!!
Here we are, though, back in the saddle. Me writing my nonsense and whimsy while three of four of you read it.
(According to Google Analytics there are hundreds of you… but I prefer to think that there are less than ten readers out there. It makes for less pressure with my gramar and tipos.)
So let’s get back on track, shall we?
First off: HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Yes, I know it was last Thursday. I got all the texts and emails and Facebook messages and I didn’t get to respond to a single one. My Thanksgiving day was spent on the road for about five hours. I hopped in the Mustang and headed south on Turkey Day for this epic meal:
If you’re thinking “that looks like a meal from a retirement home” then you are correct. If you’re thinking “that looks like a good home cooked meal” then you have some pretty distorted culinary standards.
Two years ago, my grandfather passed away shortly after Thanksgiving. My grandmother now lives by herself in the retirement home they moved to together in South Florida. This year I opted to drive down and spend the afternoon with her. I was joined by my aunt and uncle (who live local to the area) and I even picked up my mom (who also lives south of me) and brought her along. I can’t even begin to describe how excited my loving old Polish grandmother was to see me. Seriously. She was ecstatic and it made me feel that we were both getting a great Thanksgiving as a result… regardless of the food.
Sometimes all it takes to make family happy is driving the hundreds of miles to just “be there.” Someday some of my other relatives may figure that out. 🙂