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Thanksgiving Week

I realize Thanksgiving is actually just one special day and not an entire week, but this year it feels extended. We'll be leaving Tuesday afternoon by car, picking up Eustacia along the way, and driving to Chicago. We'll get there in time to meet No. 1 at O'Hare on Wednesday, and then we'll join the rest of the in-laws and out-laws for two full days of thankfulness and food.

Most of the gang will be there, although I just learned two of the large bunch will be in Brazil instead. There will be four generations total—some vegetarians and some omnivores—eating all the traditional stuff, plus a pack of dogs afoot waiting for crumbs to hit the floor. But what I'm really looking forward to is having both of my daughters within reach.

I am thankful for many things, but in the interest of being concise, here is today's newspaper column about just a few. There are only two comments at time of posting, and they are personal and nonpolitical, sort of. Let's hope it doesn't turn ugly, and by that, I mean let's hope no one starts hating the democrats or the republicans or all the usual suspects from either side.

Comments

kyle@sift said…
Have a great trip. Enjoy your girls!

I am thankful to know you, Robyn.

k-
9:12 AM
dive said…
Sounds like you're all in for a great fun time, Robyn.
Have a safe journey and a wonderful Thanksgiving.
2:42 PM
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