Thanksgiving did not go exactly as I'd planned or hoped and it's no one's fault but my own. Bless all my Kids for their kindness and my friends for their patience.
Some of the guys stayed over. Dave sleeps best in the recliner, and Larry took the only available bed. Joe and Pete got stuck with the couches. Couldn't get the downstairs gas fireplace to light and it was like a deep-freeze down there. Larry and Joe took off in the morning. It's been a long time, but Dave, Pete and I watched back-to-back Man Flicks, action films, all day. If I left the room, I'd come back and ask how many had been killed in the few minutes I'd been gone. "Three, with number four coming up." Definitely a guy thing.
The crew had taken over barn chores Thursday night. The goats are well into their routine. There was only one mix-up when Cindy and Sheila got put into the wrong stalls. Yesterday morning, Sheila complained long and loud about having to sleep in "her" (Cindy's) bedroom.
It never got out of the 30s yesterday and a cold, cold wind blew. I'm thankful for all the extra firewood. We needed it!
I'd hoped for a longer visit with Pete. Years go by sometimes before I see him, but he had to take a bus back to SoCal to deal with insurance and how to get transportation. All in one piece, and nothing broken or needing a Band-Aid. It's all good.
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I'm so sorry that it wasn't as planned, but life certainly can have a habit of getting in the way of plans. Glad that all are ok and live to party another day!
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