About ten or twelve years ago Sharyl reluctantly agreed to let me fry our turkey for Thanksgiving. She didn’t like it; I think it was because it was fried and because it wasn’t our traditional Thanksgiving Turkey.
Thursday we had fried turkey again. We liked it; I think it was because it was fried and because it wasn’t our traditional Thanksgiving Turkey.
We will probably have fried turkey again next year, maybe that will become a Thanksgiving tradition at our house.
Our day was good, it was not necessarily a day to remember but I am sure I will always remember it. I think holidays will always be a little difficult, especially Thanksgiving Christmas and Easter. They (whoever they is) say the first time is the most difficult; we have done two of them. I guess I need to see if I can find the Christmas tree and get ready to face the third one.
The long weekend is rapidly coming to a close. Cale should be back to Morgantown in a couple hours. Another Monday morning waits.
The Beat Goes On.
I have stopped to give thanks for my family, my friends and all the positive things going on in my life.
I hope your Thanksgiving was everything you wanted it to be.
Good Night and God Bless.