Or Maybe Ostrich For Thanksgiving

Lilly has declared for turkey this year for the Thanksgiving meal. She's the only one in the house with a strong opinion, so we'll probably go along with that. Was last year ham? Or ostrich? I don't even remember. I told her she needed to help with the mashed potatoes if she wants those, and she said she'd mash them. It might be harder to persuade her to peel the things.

I've been noticing people outside putting up Christmas decorations lately. Since it has a way of snowing around here around December 1 -- and the weather wonks say that snow on Thanksgiving itself is a real possibility this year -- that's probably a good idea. Not as many people are lighting them yet, though a handful of eager homeowners are.

So I took the outdoor extension cord from the garage and attached it to the lights that I left clinging to the front-yard bushes since last year. They're composed of two small strings of lights, some years old, and it turned out they couldn't take the elements over so many months. They don't work any more. Or maybe they're just being true to their cheap made-in-China natures, and wouldn't have worked no matter where I stored them.