Dick had his appointment with Sue at the Clinic today. His count has dropped down from over 400 t0 180. It is supposed to be between 200 and 300 so we are getting close. She made a minor adjustment and we will go back in two weeks to check.

We stopped at Fleet Farm on the way home to pick up a hot seat for my hunting trip and a tire gauge. The one we found in the garage was not working and then later we found another one. So we seem to have three.

I spent most of the day catching up on phone calls and emails. Then this evening I went to Mead to see my friend Jean-Andrew a storyteller under the name of Storylore entertain a room full of toddlers. She is really fun.

Then home. Tomorrow our poor Chelsea is going to have some dental work done. She has it worse than we do. For one thing, she doesn't understand at all and for another they have to put her under and she will have to go through not eating after 9 this evening and then probably being a bit sick when she wakes up.

Thanksgiving is nearing. I am trying to pick up EVERYTHING we need tomorrow because the next week is - again -VERY busy. I LOVE cooking Thanksgiving dinner.

Have I ever told you of the Thanksgivings in my previous life? We used to go out to the desert with the jeep club. I would cook our turkey dinner on the Sunday before and then take all the pieces for a dinner on Thanksgiving in the camper. Then on Saturday, the jeep club would roast a whole pig and a quarter of beef on a spit outside. We started in the wee hours of the morning and the guys monitored it all day sprinkling it with spices and pouring red wine on it. They had rigged up a bit spit with a generator to run it. During the day, Twila Heinze would supervise the making of fresh applesauce and beans and anyone who had an oven in their campers baked potatoes. Finally we would all line up and gorge ourselves . Then we would finish our meal with homemake ice cream. I remember one Thanksgiving when Bret stared at that pig going round and round over the fire and asked Orrin Nordin "Can it oink yet?' Orrin said he sure hoped not.


Love

Mary