On November 15th, I announced to the world (OK, not the world but to those who read me here) that I would be writing and cooking on Thanksgiving Day. It didn’t work out that way. My plans are seldom ever etched in stone.
I did get some writing in. I have an idea for a third novel and I started taking notes on it. Yes. I consider taking notes writing. Sometimes that’s the most important kind.
I didn’t do any cooking. My kids invited me out for Thanksgiving dinner. We went to McCormick & Schmick’s in Downtown Cincinnati. I’ve been there many times and I consider this restaurant reliable. You know the service is always going to be good and the food the same way. I got the traditional Thanksgiving dinner and I wasn’t disappointed.
In the photo, that’s me with my son’s girlfriend. I think she’s starting to figure me out. My daughter and her husband were also there. I love talking to my kids about their busy lives—all so grown up now.
I mostly like it when plans aren’t etched in stone—or even etched in sand for that matter. I had a great afternoon.
(Photo taken by a family member. You probably already figured that out)