BOY AM I THANKFUL in Postcards 4

  • Nov. 19, 2017, 11:24 a.m.
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It’s that time of year again. All those truly wonderful fattening foods are here: Turkey, stuffing, pie, whipped cream. My mouth is watering right now. Shortly we are off to Vons/Safeway to buy butter and other foods. George wants to serve Red Lobster Biscuits at Thanksgiving dinner. I suggested he try a batch first. I can do pie and whipped cream without trying it first.

As a Thanksgiving offering, I share with you this photo of me looking out the back window of the cottage. Frankie, my old neighbor, and I, have put together a traditional Thanksgiving meal for family and friends. The cottage would seat about five. Total. The back yard could seat fifty or so, and that’s where we had it.

Here I am with a glass of Rose’ in my hand. I don’t look too bad, but in three years I would be near death from my Alcoholism. All these years later, I can tell you that getting well is certainly worth every bit of the struggle.
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  • Himself: Woke feeling good today.

  • Herself: Lunch with daughter. Adulting can be lots of fun. Visit Poolie later, lite dinner, and meeting.

  • Reading: Still reading Katharine Grahams memories. Reached the Pentagon Papers. Scary time.

  • Captain Poolie: Haven’t heard from her today.

  • Gratitude’s: That I can do lunch with the daughter.


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