Meanwhile, a Toys R Us in Palm Desert was the scene of a shoot out that began near the registers but extended into the electronics section. Apparently two women "broke into a brawl," then the two men accompanying them got into the gunfight. The story relates that although they were near the registers, no one had any purchases with them, and one of the gun wielders did attempt to open the register just before the other one shot him. Store representatives and police are stating that the battle was not related to Black Friday. Okay, maybe they weren't fighting over who would get the last Wii Fit in the store, but it seems just as likely that it might have begun with a plan to target the cash cow on the biggest shopping day of the year.
I'm so glad I stayed home yesterday.
She got the turkey breast rub together and then tackled the dreaded job of smearing it on and under the turkey skin. Meanwhile, I created our Thanksgiving breakfast of German apple pancake - yum! Pictures of both to follow.
While we ate our breakfast, we watched the first episode of Rosie Live! that Tivo thoughtfully recorded for us last night while we were with the aging masses at the Eagles concert. Oh my god - I'm in heaven! I LOVE THIS SHOW!!! Rosie O'Donnell! Liza Minelli! Jane Krakowski! Show tunes! Harry Connick, Jr.! The Special Guest Door! Tap dancing, kick lines, Gloria Estefan! Dancing desserts! Alanis Freaking Morrisette! Rachel Ray with a giant inflatable roast turkey! WHEEEEEEEE!!!! I laughed, I cried - with joy. Seriously, I was welling I was so happy.
If The Girl had any doubts, they are gone. I am a variety show geek.
Still to come: the continuing saga of Thanksgiving dinner. Celery root and apple puree, sausage stuffing (from Joy of Cooking) and maple glazed butternut squash. And homemade pumpkin pie with freshly made whipped cream!!!! Yumbola!
The only "I forgot to get it" item thus far - sparking cider. Oh well.
Even though we got in around 1:00 this morning, I was still up at sunrise putting out the buffet for the wildlife. Pickin's have been mighty slim out there this week, as the feeders ran out but so had my stash in the garden box. Yesterday after doing the pre-Thanksgiving errands on my list, I stopped in at Lowe's and stocked up. It was payday, after all!
Most of the various seeds are still in the car, as I didn't want to wake The Girl by opening the garage door and backing her car out so I could access the wheelbarrow, which I'll need to haul it all around back, but I did carry up several items for the wildlife buffet. Then I bundled up and did the following:
- Filled the circular peanut dispenser (looks kind of like a red slinky with round wire instead of flat)
- Replaced the suet/corn/fruit/seed block hanging from the bungy
- Filled the blue Droll Yankee feeder with fruit/nut/seed mix
- Filled the small Droll Yankee feeder with wildbird seed mix
- Filled the red Droll Yankee feeder with thistle
- Spread black oil sunflower seeds and cracked corn along top of the wall, on the ground around the feeders and in the yard near the wall.
You answered 31 out of 33 correctly — 93.94 %
Average score for this quiz during November: 77.6%
So it appears that people are doing a lot better on the quiz this month than in the time period the article reported on. The Girl's take on this? "You're such a geek."
And now, part 2:
Watch it (or read it) here.
Fast forward to today. The Girl and I arrived at our polling place (an elementary school near our house - some of our friends teach there) at 6:50 am and the lines were already rather long. We had dressed warm, but the lines had not reached outside yet. Once the polls opened at 7:00, we moved right along. We were done by 7:15.
After filling out the optical scan form (fill in the bubbles, just like the first day of the bar exam), I headed over to the tables where the volunteers check off your name before you hand in the ballot. As the volunteer for the section of the alphabet into which my street falls flipped through her stack of forms looking for my address, I realized she looked familiar. To verify my suspicion, I looked at her name tag. Yes, indeed, it was Francine Harnedy, that very same third grade teacher.
"Mrs. Harnedy - you were my third grade teacher!"
She looked at me, narrowed her eyes a bit and asked my name. When I replied, her eyes lit in recognition and she said, "Oh yes! And you had a skunk, didn't you?"
"Yes - we did have a skunk!"
This was the teacher who helped me out when we figured out I needed glasses. Back then you had to wait a couple of weeks before actually getting glasses after they were ordered, so she made sure I sat close enough to be able to read the board until they arrived. She's also the teacher who recognized that Middle Sister is dyslexic (though she was Miss McCarthy during Middle Sister's turn in class). I believe she was also Biggest Sister's third grade teacher, and that of at least one or two of my three brothers.
Thirty-six years and this woman remembered the former eight-year old girl with tortoise shell glasses and long pony tails, whose family had a pet skunk. She seemed quite pleased to hear that I'm now an attorney. Hopefully she was just as pleased that the sense of civic duty she instilled in me all those years ago stayed with me, as I cast my vote today.