Another reason to have a significant other...

Besides the ride to the emergency room, it's nice to have someone meet you curbside at the airport.

Why does a ride from the airport cost $12.00 more than a ride to the airport (in zero traffic)?

Why do taxi cabs have mushy back seats where you can't sit up straight and feel like a teddy bear who's lost her stuffing?

Who's responsible for maintaining the shock absorbers on cabs and why aren't they doing their job?  

Why is the Bob Hope airport known as the Burbank-Glendale-Pasadena airport when there's no reasonable way to get there from Pasadena?

What the hell, it was a fun trip anyhow!

This is How it Looked

Thanksgiving was always a big party at our house.  For twenty years we gathered with friends--and sometimes friends of friends and complete strangers--at this table.  I cooked the turkey, the stuffing, the potatoes, the pumpkin pies and friends brought all measure of good things to the feast.  I miss them, but now, for the second year, I will be at my son's house.  My family is spread out all over the country.  I am thankful that I have each of them in my lives even though they aren't near enough to pass me the cranberries.  I am thankful for about a billion things.

Full Heart

I started learning to play poker last night. My friends, Carol and Dale, made room for me at the table and their friend David appointed himself  my coach. I had a little cheat sheet with the various configurations of cards listed in ascending order and with David's help I made it through a couple of hours of play and lost only $8.00. I even won one hand. I think the hardest part of the game is the "poker face." I gasped a lot when I saw my cards and that made people laugh.  I need to cultivate a demeanor of nonchalance.  That could be useful away from the poker table, too.

Vitamins

I ran into my old friend Barry and his fiance yesterday at a coffee shop.  Barry's had quite a few girlfriends since I met him ten years ago. Things just never worked out. One Thanksgiving he fled from a disastrous gathering before dinner was finished and rang my doorbell. "Can I come to your Thanksgiving dinner?" he asked. "I brought my own turkey." He extracted a ziplock bag of meat from his pocket and chuckled but there was a truly woeful look in his eyes.

Yesterday at the coffee shop, after the three of us sat down together, Lydia pulled a bundle of vitamins out of her pocket and set one of the piles of pills next to Barry. "You brought me my vitamins," he said, and the two of them looked into one another's eyes.  

That's what I want--someone who loves me enough to bring me my vitamins.

I don't think Barry will  ring my doorbell with a ziplock of turkey in his pocket ever again.