The Sunday after Thanksgiving

It's overcast in Pelham as I write these words. The promise of rain is on the way.

We are relaxing after last night's big football win. It never gets old beating your arch-rival.

It seems like it will be a subdued holiday season. But that's OK.

Quiet Thanksgiving Weekend

It seems like it's been a very quiet Thanksgiving weekend. I was actually out and about a bit yesterday, and it did not seem very busy out there on the highways. I ducked into our local Wal Mart, and I was surprised at how few shoppers were there. Most of our neighbors seem to be out-of-town. The Hudsons are home, very much at home, and I like it.

Thanksgiving at the Hudsons

The Hudsons are in Pelham spending a typical Thanksgiving together. We awoke to cinnamon rolls, bacon, and eggs for breakfast. I read the paper. It has been a sluggish day, in which we've all taken naps (or more than one) at different times.

I called my grandparents and thanked them for my birthday present. All is well in Modesto. We had Thanksgiving dinner. Moyna laboriously made a tummy-satiating meal of cajun turkey, broccoli casserole, apple salad, cucumber and tomato salad, and jumbo crescents.

Tomorrow I will finish removing a bush from the backyard. Sunday we will erect the Christmas decorations. There's no boondoggling at the Hudson home.

2007 has gone too fast. I heard in a movie recently that as you get older, the things from your past seem more real to you than the present. I think sometimes that's true. Yet here we are again, the three Hudsons together, treading ahead.

Fall at last?

It would seem so. Today is cold and the falling leaves are kicking up a fuss around our neighborhood. The leaves blow across Wilderness Rd. as I leave for work and return home today.

We move toward another holiday season. Freddy will be home Thanksgiving week, and we are looking forward to that.

Moyna is preparing food for a wedding reception that will occur Sunday. I will be delivering the food.

The days pass too quickly. But that's just the way it is.

Halloween

Halloween is not what it used to be.

This year we had 10 kids trick or treatin' at our door. We've had more, and we've had less. I'd say that over the years the number is less than it used to be.

In the little town of Winfield when I was growing up, we always had the Halloween carnival. I always looked forward to it.

How many of you know what a cake walk is? One year I actually won a cake. It was thrilling.

One year I dressed up as a clown. That's the one childhood costume I remember.

Halloween is not what it used to be.