“When turkeys mate they think of swans.”

Last night was cold. This morning is still cold. A strong wind is blowing the dead leaves to the ground. The sky is the deepest blue. The sunlight is sharp, but the lower parts of the trees in the backyard are in shadows. The sun doesn’t quite shine so brightly there. The day is a delight but best seen through the windows of a warm and cozy house.

My cleaning lady came yesterday. She loves Nala, thinks she’s a hoot. While I wasn’t paying attention, Nala stole a variety of items from my bedroom and took them outside. I saved a few but most were in pieces in the yard. She follows Maria and tries to play with the vacuum. Henry barks at first but then ignores her. The house is wonderfully clean, free of dust, tumbleweeds and dog prints. She was here about four hours.

I finished my book last night, State of Terror by Hillary Rodham Clinton and Louise Perry. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Eric Dunn, the president of the previous administration, is Trump not even well disguised. The main character, Ellen Adams, is the Secretary of State. Those are the only teasers I’ll offer.

When I was a kid, I always wrote a letter to Santa. One year we got a telegram from Santa telling us to be good as Christmas was coming. It was a real telegram. I knew it was really Santa who sent it. I still have it in a scrapbook I kept when I was young. When my sister’s boys were little, I sent them a report card. On it was a list of all the good things they needed to do and be before Christmas. If they behaved, a gold star was placed next to the good thing they did, but if they were bad, a black star was placed on the spot. The report card was to be left under the tree for Santa to see on Christmas Eve. My oldest nephew, Ryan, would beg and cry and ask for a second chance to keep those black stars at bay. The report card worked. My sister loved it.

My Thanksgiving dinner is ordered. It will be delivered in the morning of the big day. I’m going to start with shrimp cocktail and dates filled with goat cheese and wrapped in bacon. The rest of the meal is traditional with all the fixin’s. Apple crisp is dessert. Last year I had enough for two meals. I loved the leftovers.

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6 Comments on ““When turkeys mate they think of swans.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    I put the peanut butter-banana mix in two of the toys before I went to bed yesterday and even though she had started to drag the garbage bag towards the living room she had just dropped it when she found the toys 🙂 It was so nice to not have to clean the sofa from garbage this morning 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      I have learned to keep the kitchen clear of anything she’ll open. I didn’t think she’d go after stuff in my room since she hadn’t touched it before.

      Nala needs to be watched!!

      I’m glad your trash was untouched.

      Have a great day!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I saw Hilary Clinton and Louise Penny interviewed on C-SPAN 2 Book TV this past weekend. It was a good interview and made me want to read the book. I’m sure the interview is available on C-SPAN website.
    Reading your post reminded me that I have to order Thanksgiving meal for me from somewhere again this year. The place I got it from last year apparently isn’t doing it this year. That meal was really good, too, and I had lots of leftovers.
    It’s sunny and windy here and chilly. The dogs and I ventured out for a walk this morning but I quickly discovered I was not dressed for the wind chill effect. We came right back home as soon as their business was done. Rocky and I are not cold weather critters. Piki doesn’t care.
    Have a good day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Thanks, I’ll check to find the interview. I started the Bill Clinton/Patterson first book but found it a bit boring. Maybe I haven’t read enough. I was given the second of their books so maybe I’ll try that as they can be read separately. Do read the Clinton/Penny book.

      I ordered from a different place but the same place from which I ordered Christmas dinner. I did pay extra for delivery, but staying home to watch the parade in my cozies makes it the better choice.

      The wind has died down and it is 48˚but feels quite chilly. It will be cold again tonight. The two dogs fill up the bed but keep me warm.

      Have a good evening!

  3. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today was warm with a high in the low 80s. A cold front is coming tomorrow night and might even bring a little rain.

    One of our instructors lives on the western edge of Ft. Worth on six acres of land. He shares the property with his daughter and his son in law. Last year they bought a turkey chick at the feed store and named it dinner. This year he’s over 30 lbs. and they can’t decide if they will smoke him or deep fry him for Thanksgiving. I assume they will be having dinner for Thanksgiving rather than lunch. 🙂

    When my sister and I were little we also wrote letters to Santa even though we knew he was fictional and we were Jewish. We celebrated Chanukah and then hung up stockings on Christmas Eve. My mother always filled them with small toys or candy. We never received a replay to our letters to Santa and one year we just gave up.

    I hope that the stupid, “Elf on the Shelf”, nonsense is over and then we don’t have hear about the even more stupid thing, “The Mench on the Bench”. Maybe in Iran they sell, “The Ayatollah on the Toilet”. To get little Iranian kids to behave. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      What is your cold front? The 70’s?

      We are predicted to go down to the 30’s tonight, but it is supposed to be in the 60’s on Thursday. Crazy weather.

      Deep frying can so so wrong. It takes a careful cook. I’m not fond of smoked food. My brother-in-law is an expert smoker and smokes everything, even a dessert. My sister has come to love smoked food, even pizza.

      Santa never answered our letters either, but we didn’t expect an answer, too many kids writing letters to him, and he was busy making toys. That’s a nice gesture, the stockings.

      The Elf on the Shelf actually works. My niece’s boys are trying always to be good so the elf won’t tell Santa on them. My grandniece has a girl elf. Elfess? She works too.

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