Grobble grobble

If you look carefully, you might be able to see my Mouse inside this beauteous tepee-like structure over in Miller Woods, which is a few blocks from the Landfill.

I dunno. What am I thankful for? I am kind of out of words about that. I was really looking forward to the holiday for some reason. But maybe I just needed a day off. Because I felt a bit glum for at least part of the day. Guilt, maybe? We won’t go into that today but I am feeling it. It hasn’t been the best of years, I suppose, but it could’ve been a lot worse and I guess I am feeling thankful that it wasn’t worse but still wishing that I had the wherewithal to make things better for others.

Anyway, my Mouse arrived in the early afternoon and we hoofed on over to Miller Woods for a walk. Or as she put it, as I was dealing with a storm of text messages, “This isn’t a walk; it’s a ‘Moom is texting’ crawl”. And I was texting! Like crazy. Lizard Breath sent a photo text (below) from San Francisco to everyone in our little branch of the FinFam and I texted back and so did a lot of other folks. The Commander was also included in the text storm and, although I’m not sure she managed to get the photooo, she did manage to connect with me, so Mouse and I talked to her on the phone as we were walking.

Texting was one of the main methods of communication today as we talked to family members far away and discussed things that are secret from other people in the house. Mouse reported that she sometimes tells friends that I won’t talk to her unless she texts me. That isn’t really true of course, but texting is such a convenient means of communicating stuff that doesn’t require a whole bunch of “Hello, how are you, yada yada yada” stuff. In general, young adults of Mouse’s age tend to be surprised that a *parent* prefers to text. What the heck? I text with *my* moom! And she’s 90!!!

So, what does a systems analyst do on a holiday? Hmm… This systems analyst cooked (a lot) and cleaned (a little) and flung (a bit) aaannnnd… Mucked around with her computers and things. I NEEEEEEEEDED to install dropbox just so I could disseminate a loverly little turkey sound file to all of my friends and family. Grobble grobble to you and hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful and that you have many things to be thankful for.

I do actually have many, many things to be thankful for. I’m just not into enumerating them today. Well, except that there is not a bat flying around in the back room. I don’t think…

Oh, and I am thankful for bacon!!! Yes. The GG draped some bacon over the turkey he cooked on the grill this afternoon. Is it good? Yes!!!

One Response to “Grobble grobble”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Love bacon!! Alison prefers to text, but Ashley much prefers talking. We text to figure out how things are going or set up a time to actually chat. Alison doesn’t like to talk on the phone much. I’m in between. I do both, but texting can get tedious after a long exchange.