Gratitude

Well, I swallowed the deep-fried-turkey-kool aid (and everything else) yesterday! Russ and Chandra brought the frier over and we documented the moment. So cool, it took 45 minutes to cook a 14 lb. bird. With 16 people attending our glorious dinner we knew one turkey would not suffice, so we roasted one in the oven also. Soup today, and leftovers! YUM!

So forgive me for being a day late (and a dollar short)...but I am so thankful for my friendships. To those of you who are near, you make me smile (and downright laugh) and I am grateful. For those who are far, distance cannot break our tie.

And for my friend Ann, here are the pictures.

Whirlwind

Well, marching season is done. It was quite the season! The challenges were minimal...a bus breaking down on the freeway, wheel blowing out on the trailer bound for Vegas...the trip to Vegas (let's just say it stays in Vegas), a 20 hour day with 130 kids (and their less durable parents)...and the last day, Macy's in the morning, Moorpark at night, then Senior Circle. Home by 1:30am. And there's the pyramid...but that's another story.
It's about closure. In marching band there is a tradition of closing out the season by playing the show for the last time. We met in the "Quad" on the high school campus at about 11:30pm after our last show. The band forms a huge circle with the Color Guard in the middle. The parents form an even bigger circle around the outskirts. The Seniors and their parents are brought into the middle, presented with flowers and a student gives a speech. Lisi was the speaker, and she recalled the past four years...well done. Then the finale...our show played for the last time. Poignant.
That page is turned. I look forward to the rest of the book, but I must say, I enjoyed this chapter.

Blog sista

OK, my friend Ann (she who knows all) sent me this link to a blog site. It is definitely worth your time. I hope I am half as wise when I reach that age!
http://margaretandhelen.wordpress.com/

The sticker

I love it. I love standing in line with my fellow citizens (even the enemy). I love the wobbly voting booth, the black pen, the large ballots. I love the old people who hand you the ballots, in their red, white and blue attire. I love the teeny little elementary cafeteria that hosts this great event. But mostly, I LOVE the sticker. You know the one..."I Voted" with the American flag on it. I keep it stuck to my finger until I can decide what article of clothing will carry this little gem around on it. Such a simple thing, but I wear it with both pride and humility. I was raised believing that voting is a duty and a privilege. Especially as a woman.
But I would probably do it just for the sticker.