Today Is Thankgiving

Last night seemed to be bitterly cold, the wind was howling and the cold seemed to penetrate everything. The furnace ran and ran, but it never seemed to warm up. I have forced hot air, when it is running it feels opressively hot, then it shuts off and the biting cold is back. That's the way it seemed. I had spend all that I had to prepare for our Thanksgiving. The money had run out for the kerosene heater, but their was enough oil to get us through till I got my big check. Still the cold was ever present.

This morning when I awoke, the snow was just starting, The air was quiet and still. When it snows, you go outside and you can feel the quietness of the falling snow. It seems so quiet still, almost like a sacred quietness. Inside the air was still chilly. I thought, we need to get some kerosene, the cold will never end without it. The kerosene heater is a raidant heater, like the warmth of a firepace or woodstove the heat is radiated and penetrates all that is in the room.

When Ginny woke up we decided to go get some kerosene, which we did through the fallen 4 inches of snow. The snow was done for the day.

At home, the stove needed little coaxing to respond. It did not take long for the heat to penetrate all that was in the room. I set about cleanning off the table that had set in disuse for many months. When all was done, I poured myself a rum eggnog. Ginny had insisted on buying the eggnog. I on the otherhand had decided not to have the eggnog for Thanksgiving. But with it in the house, all bets were off.

Having the table cleaned and ready, I decided a movie was in order, Muppets Take Manhattan sounded like a good choice. I poured myself another rum eggnog and settled into the movie. God, they 're getting married in the movie. Not what I had planned.

About 3:30, Ginny shows up and we need to get cooking. So we progress with stuffing of the shells and all. We also open a bottle of my Mead, it is like a rare jewel. it has been aging for at least 2 years and is delicately sweet, but strong like all home made brews.

The shells come out of the oven, they look perfectly done. So we are ready to sit down and eat. I am here on this computer only to find Ginny is already eating. So I make my plate ready and also set down to eat.

So, this is our Thanksgiving.