Yesterday we joined a large contingent of Bone Yard dwellers for a very nice lunch at the base community center. It was a full-blown Thanksgiving Dinner all over and it was wonderful.

Someone told me a few weeks ago they had planned to have Thanksgiving Dinner at the community center, but it was changed for some reason, so they just stuffed it in the refrigerator and saved it for another date. I suspect today was the chosen date. Voila! Thanksgiving Dinner became Christmas Dinner. We’re happy that happened. As we were leaving, Diane was given two full take away containers for later. It was perfect because our neighbors didn’t attend the meal, so we took it to them.

Then we went to the humane society thrift store and shopped for a while. Max and I were asked to calm down or leave because he was having words with a noisy chihuahua. They didn’t have to leave. It was plainly a case of sexual bias. We walked around in the parking lot for a while then sat in the car till Diane was finished. It was OK.

From there we returned to the base and stopped by the visitors center to find out what someone with a VA card had to do to get on base. Now I must tell Gene and Patty.

The Christmas tree has been erected.

The mornings here are 38-ish and it warms up to the 70’s. It’s interesting weather. When we3 first got here, a 100 degree was common. When in the sun it was very hot, but in the shade it cooled right off. Nothing like home. With the temps cold like now, it’s really chilly until the sun gets high enough to hit you in the eye. Then it gets warm. The temp shift is drastic.

Diane got me a giant Snickers Bar the other day. I’ve been gnawing on it once in a while, one slice at a time. It’s really good and should last me well into next year if I’m careful. I’ll let you know how that goes.

She also got me new socks. They are very festive, and I appreciate them very much. I wish I could reciprocate in kind, but I’m not creative like she is. One of these days I might figure out.

I actually got her a couple dozen pairs of socks one Christmas and creatively wrapped them after mismatching the pairs and making it necessary to unwrap each pair individually. I guess that was pretty creative. But I think the fun wore off about halfway through the unwrapping process. Still, it was pretty cool. Maybe I should buy her more socks.

Maybe I can paint her a picture. That would be nice. I actually have all the tools to do it, but getting started is difficult. It’s like writer’s block, something I’ve never had because I just start writing gibberish until something coherent rises to the top. Sometimes that never happens, but at least I got the gibberish. Transferring that to painting, I suspect I need to just start painting something with no clear notion about what it might be. That sounds interesting.

By golly, I think I have a plan. Maybe I’ll even take a picture of it.

Peace to you all.