Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
gurdonark

Salmon, thanks

On Thanksgiving morning I drove to Suncreek Park in Allen. The temperature was a bit chilly--not truly cold, but not warm, either. I was dressed in multiple layers. My cold-weather-life is simpler now that I no longer feel the need to dress less warmly to "acclimate" myself to cold weather.

During my walk, I saw a charm of American Goldfinches and a murder of American crows. I enjoyed watching the goldfinches flit in and out of the rocks of a tiny stream, as each took a drink.  The murder of crows, dozens strong, landed on the sidewalk in a place I have seen that group standing before. I do not know what delectable reason supports that choice. I enjoyed walking in the wooded area in the park called The Trail at the Woods. I listened to the new Entertainment for the Braindead album as I walked.

Back home, my wife and I dressed up a bit. Then we drove to the restaurant called The Silver Fox in Richardson. We arrived half an hour early for our 11:30 a.m. reservation. We sat in the car and waited. Soon a car pulled up beside ours. My brother and his wife were inside--also half an hour early.  We all waited, chatting from car to car, for my brother's son and his girlfriend to arrive. They arrived fashionably correctly at five minutes prior to the appointed time.

The Silver Fox served a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. I opted for salmon. My wife opted for turkey. I chose to skip the dessert. The table discussion was pleasant, with none of those family issues that can detract from a holiday meal. My nephew's girlfriend, in banking, had just gotten a job in our area. My sister-in-law talked about her favorite true-crime podcasts. My nephew told us about a great new Japanese bistro in Richardson.

In the late afternoon, I walked in Allen Station Park. It was nearly dark. I listened to the radio through earphones as the local American football team played a really uninspired game--something of  a Thanksgiving tradition.  I saw a smallish hawk in flight chasing a larger hawk. The latter seemed unconcerned, but it kept on flying anyway.

Our friend Malika came over for dinner.  We ate a wonderful meal together. We talked about careers and what things were like in Malika's childhood and other pleasant things.

I sent my 12-year-old niece and my 21-year-old nieces texts that said happy Thanksgiving, and both reciprocated in kind.

I felt good about Thanksgiving this year. Now on to Black Friday.

corn flakes and skim milk
salmon, snap peas, potatoes and salad
chicken drumsticks, potatoes, broccoli, a Mini Mixed Fruit Tart from La Madeleine


 






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