That sounds sadder than it was. It was a very quiet day – just Rusty and me – but I rather enjoyed the solitude. I finished the jigsaw puzzle I was working on, watched some football and a couple of movies, read a bit then cooked myself a nice dinner: pork roast, asparagus, mashed potatoes with pork gravy. This really required no special culinary skills. The pork roast came from the freezer, as did the asparagus. The potatoes were courtesy of Bob Evans and the gravy was in a jar from Heinz. But I cooked the pork perfectly and it all assembled quite nicely. Tasted great.
When I was walking Rusty before dinner two neighbors stopped me and invited me to join them. I was touched by their kindness but gracefully declined. I was really enjoying the solitude and was looking forward to the pork roast.
For the evening walk, I took Rusty on the usual around-the-pond path. And encountered a site where the owner must have worked his ass off all day putting up Christmas lights. Very impressive. But I think my Thanksgiving Day was better than his.
