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We are thankful and just plain full.

We finished our Thanksgiving lunch, as it turned out. My initial ETA was somewhere around 3 PM. Actual time was around 2 PM. The cooking time estimates bone or no bone were the issue. Luckily, preparation for the other dishes was basically done, so it just meant eating early.

The repast.

Not pictured, roasted green beans with hazelnuts and pecorina cheese

It was small as Thanksgiving meals go, but no reason to go overboard.

Bonus for the early meal was an opportunity for a good walk.

We discussed making a turducken. There are chickens in the neighborhood to go with the ducks. But alas, no wild turkeys running around.

Ending with some local fall colors.

A few pictures from dinners many years ago. Note that there is a pumpkin in most of these celebrations. For the kids, the dreaded soup in a pumpkin. It was like a French onion soup, but cooked in a pumpkin. They were more excited about the turkey, rolls, mashed potatoes, and even the broccoli. And of course, eggnog.

These are hard copy pictures. I have not spent the time to find later digital versions.

There were the Canadian Thanksgiving years, when we were able to have many friends over, because nobody had other plans in October. Including the infamous exploding stuffing. In those years, on American TDay, we would sometimes make a turkey sandwich and wander the quiet city.

And a memorable dinner in Missoula with Rey when we brought everything to make dinner, because his apartment had very little in the way of pots, pans, spices, etc.

Oh, the memories. Good ones.

Michigan in fall can be lovely. It was sunny and highs around 60 each day.

Ann Arbor is named after the two wives of the founders, both named Ann. Yes, they would meet under an arbor near the spot of this plaque. The plaque was erected in 1924, 100 years after the founding of the town. I passed the plaque many times in my years here, but I had forgotten about it until I happened to pass it on my way from dropping off the rental car to the airport bus pickup location. It’s on Huron, just past the railroad overpass, one block from the truck-eating bridge.

I wasn’t crazy enough to make a special stop to get a good picture. Instead, I settled for a stoplight view. I did spend time in and around the Big House growing up. It is kitty-corner to my high school. For the non-marquee games, you could get a high school ticket for a buck or get in free after half-time.

Little Ceasars was just a local pizza chain when I was young. Complete with the statue, we would occasionally get pizza to bring home. The Baskin-Robbins was a more frequent stop. I seem to recall stopping there after Friday night swimming. We swam at the UM Women’s Pool. I think that was the name. That building is currently gone, being rebuilt as a much larger recreation center.

I did try to walk some every day. This was Wednesday. The route was from Dad’s place, along the river to Gallup Park and back, about a mile each way. And then continuing to Parker Mill on Fleming Creek, and back to the All Seasons building. I had too many layers on and was ready for water and a rest when I got back.

Most of the fauna was at a distance, but this gaggle had wandered out of the water. On my first pass, they were still near the edge of the river. On my return, they were scattered on both sides of the path, with a few on the route. I tried to keep my distance and move smoothly through their midst, but two still hissed at me. At least they didn’t charge.

This was an interesting sight as I was walking to breakfast on Tuesday. These mounds are actually Christmas trees. I guess Thanksgiving is almost upon us.

For some reason, I just haven’t gotten T-Day in my sights. I was letting someone know when I would be available for a meeting, “Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday,” I offered. In their reply, they noted two of the offered days were holidays and scheduled the meeting for the following week.

This is the place you will most likely find my father when he is in his apartment. It has a place to put a drink nearby, a sturdy arm to push against when rising, a lamp for reading, and a view out the window.

I had heard him use the word before but got the correct spelling today. Based on the root word querer, or to want. And then he was telling me about bulls in a bullfighting ring that would frequently go to one spot, over and over, between being tormented by the bull-fighters. Their querencia.

And I am not comparing Dad to a stubborn bull.

One of the sisters asked me to take a picture with Dad. This goes just a little further.

Heading West again. It was a good visit. Not too long, but with some quality moments.

Great-Grandpa got to see two of his four great-grandsons, if only over a device. Rey and Zai-Shin video chatted one day over lunch. I was able to prop the phone in a Kleenex box so we could watch Z do his thing, mostly eating, but waving at us too. We zoomed with Ashlan and Elijah one night, and video phoned the next, so Great Aunt Jane could see his hijinks as well.

And then there was exploring the NY Times Extremely Detailed Map of NYC Neighborhoods. I brought this interactive map up on the computer, and we explored his old neighborhood in the Bronx and surrounding areas. It was interesting because he would point out things or tell stories and history behind some of the place names. It was enough of a hit that I brought it up again the next evening when Jane was over.

The most amazing part of the trip is on the flight home. There are 2 kids, a baby and a 2 year old with their parents in the row in front of me, and a 2 year old with a mom behind. AND an empty seat next to me! It gets loud occasionally, but I am comfortable with my pretzels and ginger ale.

3 days in a row on the road. Unusual unless it is part of a road trip.

Today’s is flying to Michigan! A relatively short trip for Michigan, so I tried packing into only a backpack. I fit it all in, but it is tight. Still I think for this time it will be better. And I did put the flight essentials, book and drink, into a small bag for the seat since the backpack fit in the overhead bin.

Carl drove me to the airport. Dropped me at arrivals, no stress there, but the escalator to the level with security was out of service. Not a big issue for me, I just had the backpack.

But the woman in front of me had a large bag and large purse. And more importantly, pointy dress shoes. She tripped on one step, falling forward. She caught herself, and I caught her large suitcase. I offered to carry it, but she tried to soldier on. When she tripped the second time, the woman behind me swept by me, grabbed the large suitcase and carried it to the top of the flight. The next level up did have a working escalator. I think the woman was perfectly capable of managing her bags, but the extra inch or two from the shoe point was enough to throw her off. But her outfit was very nice looking.

Yesterday’s travel was driving from Eugene, Oregon to Seattle. About 5 hours. This followed a walk/hike in the woods with lots of remembrances of our friend Dan.

Dan was such a nice man, and he cultivated friendships broad and wide. As a salesman for outdoor equipment, that meant traveling all over the country. But more importantly, he gave his time and listening skills to those in his community. Luckily for us, we got to meet many of his friends when they would be “dragged” to Seattle for a baseball game or kids soccer tournament. Our house was a landing site for travelers needing a place to hang out for a day or two or three.

We are lucky to have made it into his orbit, originally through his friendship with Carl’s college roommate, who lives in California. The web of life is wide and intricate.

This opportunity and need to gather led to the first day of travel, driving from Seattle to Eugene. This trip took longer, Friday afternoon and evening through several metropolitan areas at or around rush hour. But the four of us from Seattle, Carl, Kevin, Mark, and I made it to our AirBnb where we met up with Chris, Carl’s aforementioned roommate.

Our foray into the city for dinner was complicated by 1) Friday night in a college town and 2) the Oregon Ducks home football game scheduled for the next day. But we persevered and eventually had dinner.

Breakfast the next morning was from a bakery that Dan frequented. The food was so good, although the larger than normal crowd led us to decide on to-go food so we could better control our timing for the days events.

A different AirBnb for the next few days. Seeing family, and maybe a friend or two from the old days.

It’s been a day or two.

Work seems to be ramping up while the temperatures are dropping.

Signs of fall

These looked relatively easy to make, not horrible for you, and topical. But just-in-time learning can result in missteps here and there. Nothing too bad, but pretzels in the refrigerator overnight lose their crispness.

Our group of seatmates plus a few watched 4 of the 5 games together. Game 1 was a great game. It was close, including a comeback. The other games were fun, each with their own highs and lows. We all watched Game 4, but separately. Halloween as well, so each to their own treats.

Game 5. Back to our house with the gang. Indian food, treats, leftover candy, and Baseball!

A Diamondbacks no-hitter through 6 innings. And then Seager. Seattle had a Seager once. But he was shorter and a bit older, and is now retired. For those who don’t follow baseball, which is probably most of my readers, the Texas Rangers took game 5, to win the Series 4 to 1. They deserved it based on the way the 2 teams played. Their first World Series title ever. The Mariners are the only team to never have made it to the World Series, much less win.

However, the evening was marred in the 8th inning with the news that one of our friends, and a really great baseball buddy, had passed away. Apparently, just as the game was starting. It was on in his telly. He was battling a recently diagnosed disease, but this was not expected 😕 😔

Dan Dixon, a few days past 63.

Carl was scheduled to go to Eugene in 1 week to hang with Dan and be a helper. We were supposed to go to Portland to get Dennis for a baseball game, 2 days after he died. I really hate this pattern!