To gobble or not to gobble?
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
This year involves two full turkey dinners.
The first was at church, in the evening.
Yes, I made my tummy ache a bit, and had to sit up a few hours for everything to settle before bed. A couple of Tums, and then a fine night's rest with no acid reflux even with the extra serving of dressing.
The next meal is with a precious couple who have had me over for a late lunch for a number of years. She makes a turkey and sides, and sends some home with me so the food goes on and on for a few days. She is a great cook, and he cannot cook at all. With no children between them, and I have none, it is a small quiet gathering. Sometimes an elderly man comes to make it four, but this year he has a terrible cold. Maybe he will feel better by then.
Overeating is going to happen, so I plan for it by having lighter meals the week before.
It has been soup weather, cold and blustery winds for days.
Today I heard a noise behind me. In a little while, a small gray mouse was sitting on the floor to the left of me. Smaller than a golfball.
I flipped my empty coffee cup over it, and slid cardstock under to take it outside.
Decided to put it in a tall bucket to observe. It was washing it's face. I went in for thirty minutes, and when I came back outside, the little creature had died. Maybe it had no food or water. RIP little mouse.
Of course I am waiting to meet all it's brothers and sisters this winter.