Oh Gobble Gobble

Not for nothing, but we are rapidly approaching Thanksgiving and rather than fill the space with mind numbing financial talk (although the new unemployment filings are down a bit so that is good news and consumer spending is up slightly (does that include fuel and food???) the market had its worst week in three months and we are bracing for a gridlock the likes of which we have never seen.

Ben Franklin was a supporter of making the turkey the national bird. I have to tell you that there are also any number who want to do the same with the Peacock. Turkeys don't photograph well. Peacocks are,as the saying goes, "all hat but no horse" meaning that they look good but perhaps don't eat well. I'll give you music about each. You decide before you send 47 million of the birds to bite the dust to satisfy the holiday. Oh, and here are some tidbits for the table-talk after Uncle Ed tells his boyhood stories for the billionth time and someone complains that the white meat is too dry.

• Benjamin Franklin wanted the wild turkey to be the national bird of the United States instead of the bald eagle. When Jefferson won the argument, Franklin called the Turkey "Tom" - hence tom turkey  

• Male wild turkeys act much the same as peacocks when it comes to finding a mate; they puff up and spread their tail feathers to attract females.
• The turkey acquired its name by mistake; the English thought it was another bird that came from Africa through Turkey. The birds were not the same but the name stuck with the bird anyway.

Appetite

Ooof!  It is cold and after a long week, we tend to find what comforts we can.  Now that we got the bonus sleep hour but not the extra hour of sleep to go with it, we are now trying to figure out our Football menu.  Of course it includes stuff from our shop but we would like to put a little flair in it from time to time.

Tapas.  What fun.

and some music to spur you on....

High Wire Act

This picture popped up on our Facebook page the other day.  We thought about it any number of ways but mostly to remind ourselves what a high wire life we lead.  For many of us, if you didn't own an old fashioned can opener (non-electric), a battery operated radio and a gas grill, well you wee out of luck and soon out of anything to eat, drink or flush with.  Particularly troublesome was the idea of not being able to communicate. Spending money on hard to find gasoline to charge a phone seems a bit absurd to us.

Our lives have come to the mercy of wires. Wires are at the mercy of wind and water. Nature wins.