Samhain Thanksgiving Moon
Slightly out of breath. The mile high city will do that to you. Already had the grandkids running, “Grandpa!” and grabbing on, getting lifted up. The world has little better to offer. Perhaps the unconditional love of a dog is equivalent.
Jon and Jen have a backyard with grass, pathways of gray crushed rock, a tree house, a brand new Jon made dining room table, an impressive piece of carpentry, two new bathrooms, tiled and plumbed by Jon, a new master bedroom with big closets and a totally renovated kitchen. And tomorrow they’ll serve Thanksgiving dinner. 16 people.
When I got up at 5:30 am, I wondered who had made the damned reservation. (Me, back in August, when 8:22 am didn’t seem too bad.) I was, however, pleased when I got to the airport on the busiest travel day of the year and waltzed right through security. The plane left on time and arrived on time.
A short trip, this one, but an important one. For family.
