Friday, November 29, 2019
There are no words...
For how full I am.
Pretty small gathering this year for Thanksgiving. Four of my five sibs and their families were prevented from traveling by life stuff. My fifth sib was in Cheyenne with his wife and her Mom, who has recently had to put her husband into institutional care with Alzheimers.
So yesterday (Thanksgiving Day) was quiet around the ranch and featured exactly zero of the traditional foodstuffs.
However, the plan was for fifth sib, wife, son, daughter, and two dogs to join us today (Black Friday) for the big meal.
So that's what we did today. Groan. One plate just about foundered me.
Small crowd but a good crowd.
The kid likes deviled eggs.
Nebraska nearly pulled off an upset in their last game of the season, losing to Iowa 27-24 on a field goal with six seconds left. So they still suck, but they're making steady improvement. They'll be good again the day before football is outlawed forever. Nothing is permanent. Football wasn't even invented yet when the ranch was first homesteaded in 1885.
Weather today featured the thickest, most long-lasting freezing fog I've ever seen. I'll dump some pics here, followed by some possibly amusing but certainly too-long videos. I'd write more but my gut is so full I'm having trouble reaching the keyboard.
Be well and enjoy the blessings of liberty.