At 11AM this morning Dining Services was getting ready to fill plastic boxes with a Thanksgiving feast. For delivery right to your own apartment.
But, 7 of us wild Asylum rats had a wonderful most likely illegal Thanksgiving meal. It was completely old school. People brought their favorite things. Homemade. Nothing from a can. It was wonderful. For the first time since early March, we enjoyed eating together. I am pretty sure that we were safe. And, frankly, if we weren’t – for me – it was worth the risk. I hate to say that. But, it is true. And, if I die because of those 2 hours – I have no regrets. Forgive me, Dr Fauci, for I have sinned…
And what did I bring. My skills as a turkey carver. And great big cranes. I have not worked much with 12 inch paper. Lots of things don’t work with 12 inch paper. But big cranes are great. And, goodness knows that we can all use a little extra good fortune.
Gratitude
Grateful for my Asylum Sisters. Keepers of my sanity. Sisters of my heart.
Mālama Pono
Hello Peggy,
I saw a lot of nice things on your recents posts. The Hue, the new Alexa, Big Sur, Apple M1 thoughts, nice pics, nice stories… I did not take time to “thumbs up”.
Today, I wish you an Happy thanksgiving a bit late.
Best wishes,
laurent
I am thankful Peg Bethany is having a subversive, reasonably cautious but adventurous Thanksgiving. Rock on!