November 22, 2023

Yesteryear
One year ago today: November 22, 2022, complete success.
Five years ago today: November 22, 2018, a fateful day.
Nine years ago today: November 22, 2014, Tobacco Road is no more.
Random years ago today: November 22, 2010, his name really is Alex Klit.

           Yep, all is closed until Saturday. Thanksgiving is an “eastern” holiday to me. The Reb is gone, so the pets and I have opted to lounge around a lot. Google left me locked out with their bozo “protection” scheme, as if nobody has figured out they are totally invading your privacy. The Thrifts are open so the doggies and I went shopping for a DVD player. Nothing around here works and Tennessee is my chance to catch up on old movies. Back at the cabin, there is never any time for movies.
           Don't be flying your drones too close to the hydro dams in Tennessee. But I have a question. How do they police these things? Another drone? Target practice. The boys and I went for a quick walk, only to discover it too cold to make it an outing. That's my stunt double hamming it up for the camera. It's a still from a video you don't get to see. I'm taking a closer look at Internet security again, and as I've always said, the only secure way to keep your data off the net is not not put it there in the first place.

So I found this old APEX that looks like it will intitialize. No such luck later, but as I got up to the counter, some guy mistook me for a poverty case and insisted he buy the player for me. Fine, he would not let me say no. Back home I tried everything to get it working. People who “donate” broken anything to the Thrift should be slapped around until the clue in. When I got home, the cats had decided they did not like the litter box and left me the mess.

           JZ called for an hour. He’s cheerful enough but still has to attend those meetings with the crazies and losers. One of the group, a 75 y.o. and married one of the women attendees, a 28 y.o. She disappeared and has not been seen since. I say he just lost his house. The guy is some kind of stupid, I would not be able to listen to him. I mean, even if the gal is otherwise gorgeous, you do not marry anyone you met at a self-help meeting.
           JZ mentioned the government has slapped a surcharge on pain-killer prescriptions. I know they are expensive, the Reb had to put the first batch on the joint account. The theory is the charge will prevent the resell of the drugs but it just tells us the government botches everything.

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           The neighborhood is aware of the dog attack and have been wonderful. The new people up the road brought a big Thanksgiving tray, but the Reb isn’t here. So they gave it to me, that made for quite the Thanksgiving. Don’t tell the Reb the boys got the turkey bones. In other news, Trent writes to say one of his sons has pneumonia and it’s pretty serious. See this photo? That's the cat's butt. This is the normal view around here if you try to get any work done on the kitchen table.

           Last day I mentioned the fog horn, I should have specified the fog horn on ships. The shore mounted horns are for announcing fixed positions like lighthouses, reefs and spits. Taking no chances, I paid up my car insurance until next June, an increase of $95. JZ is making another attempt to get his e-mail working. And the boys got turkey leftovers to their personal specs. I sent the menu to the Reb. Return tomorrow and I’ll see if I can get it off the phone.

           Nope, the menu is deleted, but it was along the lines of the doggies main course of turkey delight with fresh water, desert beef jerky. And JeePee had chicken trimmings, dessert was blueberry surprise. Sorry I lost the photo, it was a work of art.

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