Thanksgiving is behind us, and we survivedâmostly. Now comes the gauntlet: property taxes, then Christmas, then insurance, and after that, more taxes. Itâs the same series of events I mention every year, all bunched into a short stretch so we can really feel the crunch. The holiday seasonâwhen money takes its own holiday. After that, though, itâs mostly smooth sailing for the rest of the year.
Back to Thanksgiving. At the house in Georgia, tucked away in a cellular dead zone, I had a plan this year. I bought a cellular booster to get a signal inside. I didnât set it up quite right, but it worked well enough. I tried to stream the Dallas/Kansas City game, but that was a no-go. Still, the plan had promise: I connected a hotspot to the boosterâs signal, which gave us internet. My theory on why it failed? I hadnât accounted for the several young girls who gathered in the living room, drawn to those three bars of signal and happily using up the bandwidth. Câest la vie. Next year Iâll do better.
My wife and her sisters all said the same thing about the gathering: âIt was something else this year!â They were exhausted. The unofficial estimate was about 50 people, though I think it was more, with different groups drifting in and out. Hard to keep track. Most were family and friends, but not everyone was familiar. Kids played football in the yard, while some adults held a red-cup side party on the edges. And just like that, weâll do it all again in a year.
âThanksgiving DayâLet all give humble, hearty and sincere thanks, now, but the turkeys.â âMark Twain
âIt must be a poor reception area⊠he seems to have shut down completely!â âCartoonStock
"The sun rises behind a mass of dark, heavy clouds, its light breaking through in molten streaks of orange, red, and gold. The sky itself becomes a fiery canvas, where shadow and brilliance wrestle for dominance. The clouds glow at their edges like embers, while their centers remain brooding and deep.
In the lower right, a vertical wood pile juts out of the ocean, silhouetted against the blaze of morning. Weathered and stark, it stands like a sentinel offshore, a quiet witness to the dayâs first light. Its presence anchors the scene, reminding us of the human touch against the vastness of nature.
There is no shoreline visibleâonly sky, cloud, and the upright silhouette rising from the water. The atmosphere feels charged yet still, as if the Gulf itself is holding its breath while the sun forces its way into morning. It is a moment of reckoning between night and day, shadow and flame.
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