Turkey, 12 Conversations, and John Wayne...
We had a family and friend filled Thanksgiving last week… For any of you who don’t know our family, that can be an adventure. We had friends in from Arkansas passing through on their way to Kansas City (we’ll use a fake name to protect the innocent – we’ll call them the Smiths). We had family in from Chicago (again, a fake name - Bart). We had Family in from Ohio (refer to them as the nose picked or NP). We had family in from Havana (Illinois that is… NO, I did not get new cigars – the NP-in-laws). And we had a friend in from Indianapolis (call him Dick).
These types of times can be challenging. I liken them to the movie “While You Were Sleeping.” You know… the one with the scene around the Thanksgiving Day table where there are several conversations, but everyone wants to be a part of all of them. Where, at one time, at that table the line was blurted out… “John Wayne’s not tall.” Well, if you have watched that movie and remember that scene, welcome to the Abla family meal.
No, not just Thanksgiving… That would be every meal. Whether at La Fondita or Monical’s Pizza or Krekels or at home, the Abla’s can carry on 12 conversations with only 6 people present. Some people call it chaos. We prefer multi-tasking. Some people call it weird. We prefer normal. Anyway, you get the point… conversations ranged from Bart talking about using a compressor to blow a big bubble to my 86-year-old grandmother reminding me that she was not dead (yes, this after Dick boosted her into the car by her hind-quarters).
Anyway, not that I have ever had anything worthwhile, today’s words are even more worthless…
More of ‘em later…