It's All Over but the Mopping Up

Remember back in the day, when you'd get a 45 rpm *short version* of a song, as opposed to the *long version* available on the LP record?

JUST in case you hadn't seen enough of this...Yes indeed, that there is my Thanksgiving turkey. A big hulking 20 pounder, no less.

If you see any funny looking bumps, that's a clove of garlic under its skin.

There was a time I said, --Can't have *too much garlic.* It's a contradiction in terms.-- Then one day I finally used too much in something. Can't remember what it was. Anyway, I don't say that any more.

Still eat it by the fistful, though.

Then there's that very last pan that hangs around waiting to get scrubbed clean. This one wasn't from turkey but from beef stew.

I'm ever so fond of Alternative Uses of Tools. Now that I don't use *no-stick* pans any more, I can use paint scrapers again. Works great. Total time to clean this pan, start to finish after soaking? Less than 2 minutes.

And just WHY, you may ask, am I bothering all y'all with TURKEY stuff when you've moved on to back-to-work drudgery, or the next holiday and all its attendant duties and fun?

Because these Thanksgiving pix weren't brought to you by me. They were brought to me by you.

I couldn't have done this without all of you who so generously gave of your wallets and your hearts to the *k Scooter Project.*

See, there's no other way I could have cooked Thanksgiving dinner without being able to walk.

Walter watched me bopping happily around the kitchen cooking, and he fondly - and correctly - observed, --You're gonna be sick for a week, you know.-- He was grinning his special Walter grin at me.

--Yup!-- I replied, grinning back.

He was right, of course. All that scooter shopping and then cooking wore me to a nub. And I couldn't be more thrilled.

The one and only drawback is, writing the Longer Playing version of my *Thank You* post is slow going just now. I keep sleeping and sleeping instead.

Soon enough I'll slowly work my way out of my cocoon like my little io moths, and post the long version. When it's ripe.

Until then I didn't want to let one more minute go by without thanking each and every one of you who gave, whether it was funds, or your moral support in blog posts and comments and emails and a phone call, or just your unspoken good wishes. All those things - not just my beautiful new scooter, but the moral support too - have given me a boost of strength and happiness far deeper than you may ever know.

I'm trying really hard not to get all mushy on ya again. Really hard.

So for now, just...thank you.

Love,

k