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Thanksgiving
Nov. 22nd, 2018 09:16 amIt's Thanksgiving day. Pop has set us up for another festive one. I have all the fixings for my big meal, including that Bill Miller's dressing. I remembered my mashed potatoes this time. Pop is going to Jack's again. It's as good an indication as any that our lives are still going on merrily enough.
All things considered we've been pretty fortunate. It's something to be thankful for, I guess. Though, there is that dread in the shadow that this string of reasonably decent good fortune will have to be cut sometime fairly soon. Pop is, after all, 77, and I am certainly not doing anything to give myself a chance at an extended life. It's all the more reason, I guess, to enjoy today. No one would call this life I lead 'joyous happiness', but it's not so bad either. It's peaceful enough and reasonably comfortable for a poor man. I will hate to lose it.
All things considered we've been pretty fortunate. It's something to be thankful for, I guess. Though, there is that dread in the shadow that this string of reasonably decent good fortune will have to be cut sometime fairly soon. Pop is, after all, 77, and I am certainly not doing anything to give myself a chance at an extended life. It's all the more reason, I guess, to enjoy today. No one would call this life I lead 'joyous happiness', but it's not so bad either. It's peaceful enough and reasonably comfortable for a poor man. I will hate to lose it.
