An Anniversary

It's a big anniversary this week. Pilgrims saved from starvation by Native Americans? Yes. Sadness, grief, bereavement? Yes. 10 years.

And then, the next year, near-death for a dear friend. Yes. 9 years.

And, since being in the hospital on a holiday is a miserable thing, I'm going to keep my same schedule at the hospital, visit some folks on the Family Medicine floor (reminds me of something Nancy would do), and some wee ones and their families in the NICU.

CPE is a great experience for me. It's not just about connecting to the past, or hoping there's a future in it; it's about being present with others, slowing down, listening, paying attention.

I will be remembering. I am so very thankful.

Thank you, Rachel. Thank you, Grace. I love our family. I love you.

Thank you, friends. Thank you, family. I love you.

Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving preparations

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My refrigerator treated me to some good stuff this morning. I woke up thinking about the leftover turkey smoked sausage from dinner a couple of nights ago, how good that mix of sausage, bell peppers, onions, and garlic would be in a breakfast casserole. Yes -- it was delicious!

Then, as I was digging out the dregs of the rest of the leftovers of the past week, I discovered a bag of poblanos, seven of them, in perfect condition. I put together my indoor grilling apparatus and quickly roasted the peppers to use later on in something good and wintery, or maybe this Saturday, the Bama-Auburn game, a big ol' pot of chili.

Ramma jamma yella hamma give 'em hell Alabama!