Thanksgiving will be at my older brother's place. He has a large piece of property where he raises cattle and fights marauding raccoons when he's not sampling tequilas in Mexico. A neighbor's horse was attacked by a mountain lion a few years back. The horse survived but since then I'd be ready for more than varmints when wandering at night. The place is pretty and borders a small river.
The weather should be civilized so we'll be out on a deck. An advantage of having the meal outside is that in the early socializing stage of the calorie consumption festival you can stroll from conversation to conversation and not worry about being cornered. If someone wants to talk about hybrids, reality television or the Illuminati you can flee.
Thanksgiving is one of the grand family reunion times; a moment to catch up with others and see how much they've aged.
I, of course, retain my youthful looks and exuberance but I'll try to hide that from the others.
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