November 25

The morning began with Renaissance music on the radio alarm, with the usual announcer…
“I like to play this sort of music when it’s a cold, gray November. And you’re holed up in your castle by a roaring fire. Eating an enormous turkey drumstick. Just the way Thanksgiving should always be… Yeah, you’ll have to build a castle first.”

Over at the house, Joe was already gone with Wally and Curly (back from Tennessee) to go mud caving.
And in the afternoon, Mom, Collette, and Carrie-Bri took a trip out in the cold misting rain and high winds to Garden Ridge. This was the place they had frequented leading up to Collette’s wedding five, six years ago for various things. And this time, they found a few things for the holidays, plus a few DVDs of animals and fish, which he loved. And, a box of fortune cookies, just for the fun of it. They shared their fortunes together on the way home.
“I don’t trust you handing out these fortunes,” said Carrie to Collette, with a wary eye. “You’re like Dalek Caan. You’ve been manipulating the timelines for years.”

On the way back was a brilliant sunset — an expansive band of orange spread across the horizon where it met the violet of night clouds.

That evening, Rose came over for awhile after grilled cheese for dinner, and to finish Gone With the Wind.