Thanksgiving Scatterings

 

by Pa Rock

Homebody

It's a cold and crisp Thanksgiving Day in the Ozarks, currently 30 degrees F and clear skies.   Rosie and I were outside for a walk just before daylight, but we both quickly decided this would be a good day to stay inside, watch the world drive by, do a little typing, and maybe curl up in one of our new recliners and enjoy a parade on television.  I am typing and watching traffic, which is very light, and Rosie is enjoying a quiet nap on the on Gypsy's bed.

I asked Alexa to play holiday music, and her current offering is Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah," which I didn't realize was classified as a holiday song.   It is a great song for any season, so I'm not complaiing.

Not only is traffic light today, as it always is onThanksgiving and Christmas, it is also amazingly slow.  I live on a rural road, one that I refer to snobbishly as a "country lane."   Not too many years ago these country lanes were dirt and gravel, which made for dirty cars and homes.  Now most are paved. which solves the dirt and dust issues, but also makes it possible and enticing for all the country yahoos with their big trucks to race from place to place as they fulfill their cop, fireman, and outlaw fantasies.

I used to refer to the country lane in front of my house as the "Indianapolis 500" because many of the people who raced by with a drink in one hand and their phone in the other looked as though they were trying to become airborne.  Fortunately there are no young children on this stretch of the road.  But the traffic situation suddenly improved a couple of months ago when the couple across the road moved and sold their house to a young family, one member of whom is a county deputy and who parks his patrol car by the road.  The average speed on the road was cut by a third they day they arrived!

Pa Rock supports the local police - you betcha he does - unless they are masked and refuse to show ID.

Our Thanksgiving company has come and gone, and the Macy's of West Plains are having a very quiet day at home.  Last night I watched the classic 1978 Thanksgiving episode of WKRP in Cincinnati called "Turkey's Away" and better known as "Turkey Drop."  It was Episode 7 of Season 1.  It's still hysterical 47 years later!  "Honest to God, I thought turkeys could fly!"

Today, at some point, I will listen to "Alice's Restaurant."

Tradition!

If your Thanksgiving Day is as exciting as mine and you would like something profound to ponder, here is an actual "fortune" that I got in a fortune cookie in a Chinese takeout meal from a local restaurant earlier this week:

"Customer service is like taking a bath;  you have to keep doing it."

Wow!  Just wow!  

Happy holidays, shop local, and stay out of Walmart!