It is snowing outside as I write this. The first flurries of snow were enough to send the spouse out to the garage to put the snow tires on my car. Left to my own devices I would have gone to Les Schwab, but apparently the line for snow tire installation reaches around the block. One of the gifts of retirement is the luxury of not having to go anywhere. I can ignore the snow and stay snug in my living room, except when I need to get to the airport. Tomorrow I have to go to the airport.
The spouse and I are going to Texas for Thanksgiving. Since our first grandchild was born five years ago, we have spent every Thanksgiving with my daughter and her family. Our son decided not to make the trip, so we are cooking a mini-Thanksgiving dinner today so he will still have leftovers to enjoy next week.
So, the snow is falling and the smell of roasting turkey is wafting through the house and I am thankful:
...for a handy spouse who can install my snow tires
...for a son who will take care of the house while we travel (his dad gave him an instructional lecture on how to defrost pipes in case it freezes while we are gone!)
...for the resources to be able to travel
...for seven days with the granddaughters to look forward to.
Editor's update: I had already pushed the post button when the spouse came into the house and told me the snow tires were on my car and there was one more thing to be grateful for. Faithful readers will remember the post about the spouse's habit of gleening hubcaps on the freeway. While installing my snow tires he discovered that one of my hubcaps was broken. Turns out he had another one in his
Life is good. Happy Thanksgiving.