Thanksgiving
Today, Misty made sweet potatoes and stuffing. I made cranberries (not out of a can).
It will be a small Thanksgiving — only six people. My parents, my grandfather, my sister and us. We’ll miss my brother, Matt, and his wife. It’s their first Thanksgiving in Knoxville.
I broke up some ground in the front yard to hopefully spur me to plant something there and build a small bird feeder platform.
Also, one of our dogs, Sam, had his balls cut off today.
As tough and revealing as this year has been, I’m still thankful for my family, who are always behind me; the friends I can rely on; and, most of all, my lovely wife, who grows more beautiful each day and has probably saved my life more than once.
QOTD
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I just strode about my house in my underwear wielding a flyswatter. I killed many flies, and did not feel uncomfortable doing it while mostly nude. This must be some primal thing. Covering only the loins and stalking prey.
Implications
None of the below is to imply that I don’t write more because of Misty.
I haven’t written because I haven’t felt like sitting at a computer and doing it — of my own free will.
Maybe with this app I will post more, if much abbreviated, entries.
An explanation, of sorts
13 = 39
Mel!
Herbie!
NYT: After Law School, Associates L
A law and ethics professor noted in my class recently that law schools turn out students, some of whom don’t even know their way to the courthouse (unlike, say, doctors and therapists). Then I wake up to this headline in my driveway.
http://mobile.nytimes.com/article;jsessionid=AEDDD8450B17A4291E2C1FFBC79DFE94.w5?a=870365&f=19
