I started Thanksgiving by helping serve the free Thanksgiving dinner with my Mom, Teresa and Logan. I was given the extremely important duty of collecting trays.
After my shift concluded I talked dogs with Karma’s former vet Jordan and his family. Even though I know when I get a dog again it will be a Golden Retriever, I was told by one of Jordan’s daughters to look into Bulgarian Mountain Dogs.
I really had no intention of doing this, but I was told (incorrectly) that I would be a hypocrite if I didn’t do such a thing.
So enjoy this little tidbit from Wikipedia about Bulgarian Mountain Dogs (AKA Caucasian Shepherd Dog):
Powerful and massive, the Caucasian Ovcharka can be a difficult breed for an inexperienced owner, because it respects and obeys only those that it deems superior to itself. They are good with children, but will not see them as their masters. The dog develops a strong bond with its owner but will rarely be submissive; this is truly a thinking dog which relies on its own instincts, sometimes even disregarding its master’s directions. A breed with a very quick reaction time and fast protection reflexes, it has even been unfairly described by some as somewhat of a “loose cannon”. With proper care, handling and training, this is a well-behaved and obedient family companion.
I have no doubt that such a dog would see me as being superior, but Golden Retrievers are where it is at.
I concluded my Thanksgiving by eating a wonderful dinner and dominating my family in Rack Rummy.
Here are some pictures from the day.
If you break it down, I had 6 Thanksgiving to attend this week. That is a lot of good and unhealthy eating.
Saturday was this guy’s birthday:
It was also the birthday of this punk:
While going through some pictures I found this picture:
I went to a fundraiser for Habitat for Humanity at the Community Building with Teresa and Logan. It was a soup supper. The soup was served in a bowl made by a Boone County potter. You got to pick out your own bowl and you got to keep it.
I think I chose wisely.
Today Logan and I concluded our Confirmation mentoring journey. It took 10 weeks, but now he possesses some of my wisdom and that could make him a very dangerous teenager.
We celebrated the conclusion of the mentoring program by dining at Hu Hot. Then we had our picture taken.
The only thing left for us to do is to burn the confirmation book. I know that seems strange, but it needs to be done.
I wrote recently that the Herrick family was always intertwined with the destiny of the Bennetts. There is another family that also has always been side by side with the Bennetts. That clan is the Maddux clan.
I don’t think that I had seen a single Maddux this year until Saturday at Amy’s wedding. I took the opportunity to get my picture with Scott and Mike. Logan took the picture.
After the picture was recorded Mike wanted to know if we should go to the backyard and play some baseball. I was game, but it did raise a question for me. Do they still make Nerf baseballs?
After that picture was taken we added Earl and Curt to the picture. Teresa took the next picture.
If you are wondering, yes Curt has won a few mustache contests in his day.
I learned how some of my family’s and friend’s family’s histories are more intertwined than I had known.
Willy’s grandma passed away on Thursday. For the last couple of months my mom has been a volunteer visiting people in the nursing home. One of the people that she has been visiting is Willy’s grandma.
I thought it was kind of a strange quirk of destiny that my mom would be visiting one of my best friend’s grandma’s, but they had a connection that actually dates back further than my friendship with Willy.
Willy’s grandma used to run the high school cafeteria kitchen. My mom worked for her for one year.
Sunday was the visitation. I was looking at the pictures of Willy’s grandma’s 1933 softball team with Willy when Curt walked in. It was strange because I haven’t see any member of the Maddux clan for over a year and now I have seen them on consecutive days.
It turns out that Willy’s grandma was Curt’s aunt. One of those “small world” things.