Here in southern California where I live, our temperature is 64º, it's bright but gloomy out. Just the way I like it. If going out, we might take a jacket along in the car "just in case" the weather turns cooler.
I've been sitting here thinking of the traditional Thanksgiving dinners we had when I was growing up. When we were a family of five living in Chicago, and before my parents divorced. My father fashioned a big plywood board over our kitchen table to make it over sized and have it fit not just our family but also the friends my parents would invite for dinner.
|1983 Thanksgiving at Mom's|