Wishful Thinking

I had a nice visit over turkey dinner yesterday, although we all missed those of you who were absent.
Laurel has changed her hair to a lovely color which makes me think about the wondrous opportunities available in boxes. Unfortunately, some family members who will remain nameless have forbidden any shade of purple, blue or pink so I don't know if it would be worth the trouble.
The never ending wind storms of the last few weeks brought me down to 'raking weight.'
My editor has informed me that her earache is gone, and since it didn't come back after a day without taking medication, obviously the medication didn't work. This was a new and wondrous twist on health care philosophy that would never have occurred to me. Especially since Jerry just got done telling me that if I took 'too much' of a certain children's cold medicine, that I would become addicted. The image of me standing forlorn on street corners begging for quarters to get my fix of the grape flavored syrup chilled me to the bone. If only the medication didn't work so I didn't take it. The upshot is that Editor is feeling better and will soon demand another front page article from me.
The article just might be about the scrawny-legged turkey I served yesterday. Although it was an eighteen pound bird, there wasn't enough dark meat to scrape onto a serving platter. Susie and I had to make due with potatoes and gravy. And I guess it wasn't just my turkey that was so malformed. Nate said he had exactly the same experience earlier that day with his turkey legs. I guess turkeys are bred to favor those with just enough of a leg to keep their enormous breasts from dragging on the ground.
I have lots of news of other kinds, such as I never knew that people saved wishbones instead of breaking them to win a wish. Surveying my guests informed me that there are any number of shoe boxes under people's bed containing bones saved over the years. Wasted wishes, as far as I am concerned.
But that is all the words a blog can handle.
Nancy Sherer