Loved ones

So, here I am in backwoods Arkansas.  We came here for Thanksgiving to visit my Parents.  Thats always a TRIP!  Days are spent with eating,  playing cards,  doing little chores around the house and talks on all manner of subjects.  If you have kept up you get an idea about the players.  Dad is still Dad.  Mom is well educated and well spoken.  Brother is also well educated, read and spoken.  Sister in law is the same as  Brother.  That leaves my wife and I which I will claim are well rounded as well.

The six of us definately have six different ways of looking at most subjects.  Naturally the rest of the group has yet to learn that my view is always the correct one,  so discussions get off track.  Nevertheless,  we have solved most of the worlds problems in a little less than a week.  Now if we can just get the powers to be the message.

Card playing is another story.  Although secretly we all assume the others cheat,  we rarely speak those words out loud.  Games are fast and fun.  Euchre is the favored game and truth is everyone is probably even in the win/loss column.  Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and we have already consumed enough to keep Biafra from starving for another year.  We all love to eat.

Tomorrow we will attempt to call all of the Family that could not attend our little get together.  We all miss those members of our Family.  We, like so many others,  miss Family at these Holiday times.  We sit and recall amusing stories from the past, particurally about those missing in action.  We can stretch the truth a little because they were not here for self defense.  After we laugh ourselves silly at others expense,  we settle back at the table to add back the lost weight from laughing.

So goes our week of Thanksgiving.  What a wonderful way to spend a week.  Wirth loved ones.