Thanksgiving MMVII.

Went home the long way.

Really, just one "long way" among several options.

Picked up the first inklings of a super-big, probably national, possibly international news story from just as far as I got off the main road. Worth the detour, even if what sound I gathered doesn't constitute a story in itself.

Groomed my father for Thanksgiving Day. We're thinking it may be his last. Of course, we don't know. But now that we're openly thinking it may be we're hoping it won't be. Conflicting emotions abound.

My mother got me the best Christmas gift ever. Of course, now, I've got to follow up on a number of paperwork-type things. I guess she figures I know what I'm doing on some level or other.

Life is, well, complicated; and blogging about it isn't anywhere near the top item on my long list of priorities.

Too complicated to write all the details in here.

Got home to ABQ today and my first-ever check from NPR was waiting in the mailbox.

It won't be the last.

Some anonymous neighbour thought to pull in my garbage can from the street and put my papers by my front door.

I've got good neighbours, too, it would seem.

Life is good.

But complex.

We'll see where this all lands us.

It may be coming back to roost, but I'm still riding the roller-coaster.