So, finally we’ve arrived at Thanksgiving Day. Nana was up early, baking pies and making a roasted turkey. K was doing some last minute cleaning/arranging. And the kids were doing some last minute dirtying/un-arranging.
I, as is my want, had turkey-frying duty. Nothing brings joy to my heart like watching 14 pounds of succulent turkey meat cooking in 350° peanut oil over what is, essentially, a propane-powered jet engine.
Let’s fry!

Speaking of technology, this is me watching the early football game via my phone, which is getting the signal from my basement TV, over the internet, thanks to a SlingBox. I get excited just thinking about all the technology involved.

Not one, not two, but three types of turkey: roasted (by Nana), smoked (my brother), and fried (yours truly).
And now on to the eating portionof the program.
After eating, what’s the most vital part of Thanksgiving?
The football watching.

Although my brother and at least one of his daughters may think napping is the next most important thing.
It was a fantastic time of eating, talking, and watching the Redskins win. If there was one downside, it was when I was sitting in our newly-finished basement and heard the words “something is dripping from the ceiling.” Seems the dishwasher decided that Thanksgiving would be the perfect time to malfunction and overflow. Luckily, there was no real damage. But we did spend a lot of time doing this later in the evening:
But if that’s our biggest “first world” problem, then we truly have a lot for which to be thankful.














































