Thanksgiving

Well, it is easier to give than to receive. Being a recipient of someone’s eleemosynary impulse is awkward. There is, at least, an implied admission of inadequacy.
I made a pumpkin praline pie and am fixing to stuff a turkey that some new friends will help us consume.
I like cooking and Puddy likes watching me cook. He has his corner arranged so he can look out the window, watch his video monitor and watch me cooking at the same time.
Perhaps it is the side and rearview mirrors that make operating a car so attractive. For me, driving is like ironing—something that require close attention and little action.