Thanksgiving, 2009:

First: Happy Thanksgiving to one and all, to each and every one of my Dedicated Readers and Usual Suspects, and to everyone who may pass by my blog as you ebb and flow into the internet stream.

Thanksgiving, 2009, really doesn't mean much to me -- and Christmas won't mean much either. In the photo above is Dad's last Thanksgiving, 2008. He was in a wheelchair. But the whole family rallied 'round and he actually had an appetite. It was a great night. Except for the part where we had to take him back to the nursing facility.

My father passed away February 11th of this year. The best Christmas recently? 2007. My Dad, brother and wife came up to the cabin and I had tons of presents for all. Dad was walking, happy, mobile, and living in his house, driving his car. There were more presents under my tree than before or since. Ah, memories.

This really is a day of thanks. I'm thankful for my family, that I'm walking erect and that I still have a job. I'm working Thanksgiving and Christmas day and New Years Day. I have no kids. My fellow Supervisors have kids and actual families. I'm working today so they can enjoy.

My cats want me to just open up the can and be quiet.

Tomorrow is another day.

BZ

P.S.

Z, I don't know how you do it. God bless you.