Well, the old pooch survived another family Thanksgiving. No gun play! No falling down drunks! And no one upchucked their cookies on the turkey. So, it was pretty much a success. Politics and religion were totally avoided. "Hey, how about them Sooners?", "They came to play!", etc.
The pup cooked a casserole of parsnips and pork for Thanksgiving. It looked non-threatening, and it tasted pretty good. But it was odd, and didn't go over well with a crowd who had never previously tasted or had even seen a parsnip. Parsnips are not well known in the red clay country of Oklahoma and as such are looked upon ascance. But the pup likes to present "challenges", even when the "challenges" are not accepted. Arf!
Best to just stick with blackeyed peas and cornbread in this neck of the woods! Arf!
Seasons, they change...
A chilling and rainy Black Friday. The pup visited Walmart this afternoon for a few weekend necessities, and timed it well to avoid the rabid shopping crowds. At least it wasn't cold enough for ice and snow.
Lot's of desperate folks here in Oklahoma this winter. People just barely hanging on and many losing their grips. Old Millot's nephew teaches in a local rural elementary school. Lots of kids there get free lunches, take food home from school for eating over the weekend, and are dependent on the school providing coats, shoes and an assortment of warm clothes for the winter. Poverty is crushing the rural communities of this state. Poverty plus opioids, meth, booze, and willful ignorance. Arf!
Quoting the Spirit of Christmas Present.
“They are Man's and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance and this girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.”
? A Christmas Carol