Newscoma

1. I am as bloated as a pregnant Kangaroo. Although I realize kangaroos are not indigenous to northwest Tennessee, I think if you came to my house you might say in surprise “Man, you look like a bloated kangaroo.” This, alas, would indeed happen.

2. The storm here last night was so fantastic and wonderful that it took me more than 30 minutes to realize I was sitting in a carport watching it that was completely made of wrought iron with the wind whipping my hair about while lightening cracked over the river leaving a dark world alight for brief seconds which was so fantastic I cannot put it into words. The wrought iron was something I needed, most likely, to take into consideration but I didn’t. I surprise myself sometimes by ignoring important details, but I lived and it was wonderful so it all came out well.

3. I can indeed eat sweet potatoes covered in marshmallows by delicately scrapping the horrid white stuff off the top and it tastes pretty good. (Don’t like marshmallows in the least.) All is well though because I don’t like merangue on pie either and I scrape that off too (I call it cow slobber.) There is always a compromise that you can find if you lookhard enough and are willing to meet in the middle and you might find it can turn out quite to your advantage.

4. Mabel is the best dog in the world because she went out to Squirrel Queen’s mother’s farm and got along with a new, very nervous, very yappy teacup poodle. I am quite thankful for Mabs. She’s a good one.

5. This is the first Thanksgiving in 12 years that I really enjoyed myself so much that it was almost painful. A delicious time that I also cannot put into words, but just wanted you to know, after a very tense year, I felt my heart was right back in the place that it needed to be.

And for that, I am grateful and give thanks to things I cannot see.