T-Day Greetings
Oh, I know. Where has Whimsy been? Mainly buried in work, but
also with my sweet Junie for a week. No poetry litmags arrived, nor
anything poetry-related. I did some MMM-related work with Malinda and
Barb, details to follow soonish.
I'm off tomorrow for T-Giving with my extended family at my sister's ranch.
Two of my nieces are pregnant, so there's a baby shower in the offing, along
with berry pies from Avila Barn. I'm thinking to make a killer paella for
one of the off days, as fresh seafood is so readily available in SLO.
Derek, recently lead guitar of The Down And Dirty Blues Band, will fly in from
Chicago and Junie flies in on Saturday. Even given the size of my sister's
ranch and multiple guest houses, I may be sleeping with the horses.
Poet Frank, famously of Frank's Title Service, has already Crackberried in
from Amsterdam and is having a wonderful time deciding on the menu items at
local "bars". Ally and John probably have something planned in Walsenburg.
Die Cloud is probably BBQ'ing German sausage and mixing Campari drinks.
Hannah is probably having a pre-TDay blowout in the Reference Section. Jon
is probably eating bear paw. Tricia may be pan frying fish that The
Professor caught on lines while mugging for the camera. You all have a
wonderful Thanksgiving.
I'll check in again from the road. I'd tell you how I'm going to do that,
but it's a Secret.
~~~
Apparently, I am Professor Dumbledore and Captain Kirk.