Books

Thanksgiving is always a wonderful holiday where we get to see family that we usually meet up with only once or twice a year.

Friday after Thanksgiving was special as the kids were enjoying their old-fashioned toys (Tinker Toys, Scrabble and Jenga) and some napped and others stuck their noses in books and whiled away the afternoon before Margie and I had to get going on another meal.

Looking over goats and bulls in pastures, a rancher’s view of the universe, no sound, no TV, it was remarkable.  Seeing the sun come up through the hay barn, usually I had Zoe out and didn’t get a photo.  One only needs to live in or near a major city to never see stars.  At the farm, the stars are shockingly bright and remind me of the universe at hand.

We remark at the time we get to see family, all a glossy “hello, how’ve you been this year?” type thing.  It’s still exciting to see the folks again, meet new potential spouses (none this year) and new babies (three plus one forthcoming).

Spending a day in the country, even though I did tether my phone to get to this blog, just doing laundry, eating lunch and reading books was a much-needed respite.  To spend an afternoon with three other adults, a few feet apart, without a word spoken was magic!

As to the books at hand, Jim’s father was reading Civil War history.  John, about two young boys who ran away from home and traversed the country in the early 1900’s in search of their father.  Who knows what my Jim was reading?  Perhaps house plans for his folks.  I was reading Waiter’s Rant and laughing hysterically.

Next time I have lunch at your place, make it the freshwater ostrich, please.  Dee