Thursday. Thanksgiving Thursday. I'm looking forward to dinner with my cousins and their kids. Good kids. And the B&H web site now says both the camera and the lens I ordered are in stock and they'll ship tomorrow. Good. No more of this silly sitting on tender hooks business. We are too cool here to show it, of course, but truth be told.... (What are tender hooks? Something to do with cooking turkeys? Ah, how embarrassing. It's actually “tenterhooks”, tender hooks being the non standard alternative, tenterhooks having something to do with stretching cloth.)
This is your idea for starting a Thanksgiving entry?
True. I actually wrote it (this) yesterday after posting. We'll begin again.
Thanksgiving, giving thanks, has nothing to do with cameras, nothing that inconsequential. Giving thanks for the good health of you, your friends and family, yes. A roof over the head, a meal on the table, a little heat in the winter, decent schooling for the kids. Oh, and a winning Lotto ticket. (Just kidding. We're having a saccharine Thursday here, it's traditional. And appropriate.)
An odd thing last night. Got into bed. It was cool, but not that cool, cold enough to be wearing a sweater rather than having the heat on, but getting into bed I had “chills” as I pulled the covers up. Chills along the lines of fever chills rather than “I'm cold” chills and I thought: oh, oh! This morning fine, the head full of cement as is the norm, it's eight-thirty rather than six, the sun is out, nothing left of the brief period of “chills” I had last night, but, well, it caused a certain period of introspection as I drifted off to sleep.
So. Thanksgiving. Dinner with cousins Vicki, Jon and Ann along with Jon and Ann's kids Jennifer and Scott, Jennifer's husband Nelson and Scott's girlfriend Holly. Eight of us altogether. This is good. A magnum of Veuve Clicquot cold as cold in the refrigerator, I only now need to figure out what to eat between now and dinner as my morning café decided to remain closed this Thanksgiving morning. But I mentioned that. I spend lots of time talking about a hole in the wall coffee shop, don't you think? That and photography perhaps.
Later. A nap (why, I don't know, after all the sleep last night), a bath, watching an off the wall news program or two on television (I have no idea which channel the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade is on and I didn't have the energy to find out) and maybe another nap. The head is slow, the morning is slow, but I'll charge that off to old guy mornings in general (and not having breakfast at my usual place - “grump! grump!”).
You're writing and not thinking.
Sometimes useful, I suppose. A good enough rationalization for doing it. Maybe just post what I have and add pictures from the dinner later.