24 November 2023

Thanksgiving went well and I hope the same for everyone else. We were building towards a perfect meal until the dish one of my buddies was making hit a snare. He was excited to make a macaroni casserole, everything was good until he was sliding it into the oven and the disposable aluminum tray got a tear in the bottom. There was a cheese sauce that started pouring into the bottom of the 400 degree oven. No body was hurt, we opened the windows to air out the smoke and will clean the oven today. All of that added to a memorable holiday. I feel bad for the guy that wanted to share his family’s recipe, these sort of events pattern his life. When I went to visit him for a Forth of July barbeque he had a great spread planned, but hours before people arrive a tornado passed by knocking out the electricity and knocking over his grill, the fall broke the cap off the propane tank. A tough life has made him strong. My pattern for tripping at the finish line ironically has to do with words. I think there’s a little dyslexia in my family, I don’t know what causes dyslexia, but when it comes to important documents or decisions I never trust myself with the final submission. No matter how many times I reread every word, I will miss the silliest mistake. Computers won’t process if it receives a syntax error, then it’s a struggle to get a hold of another human to correct the mistake. I wanted to say computer errors can’t hurt you, that’s not true though, lives are ruined by clerical mistakes. Still, I’m grateful not to have any serious damage done to anyone and we can continue enjoying the time with have with each.