Frankie and Thanksgiving

Frankie's Thanksgiving feast was interrupted by a feral cat.  Even though
the cat took off, Frankie did not return that evening.  But the plate was
clean this morning, so I guess he did finish it off.  It's foolish in a way to
care about a possum, but he sort of goes with the house, along with the
birds.

The birds have a new and different kind of feeder--It has a round bar
through the middle and hold fresh fruit--right now only apples and
oranges.  I haven't seen them eat at it yet, but that doesn't mean they
haven't found it.  Orioles in particular love oranges.  There is a nectar
feeder colored orange especially for orioles.  It's on my list of things to
buy before spring comes.

Thanksgiving was well, just another day here.  My grandson had a cold
and an ear infection.  Temperatures dropped and my Raynaud's flared
making me quite uncomfortable.  On the bright side, one of my beading
friends was released from the hospital, so that was very good.  I think
all holidays are blown out of proportion so there is always a feeling of
let down.  Of course, this is the first year ever that we have had others
living in the house with us, and that difference is huge--especially for
people who don't seek out others for interaction.

I bought a few Christmas platters for the Christmases to come--and I
bought a bathing suit.  I am planning to go to the Y and swim--as soon
as this latest Raynaud's attack is over.  I was doing well on the treadmill
until today.  I think I will use it tomorrow regardless of the mood my
feet are in.

Daisy, on the other hand, enjoyed Thanksgiving very well and went back
for seconds and thirds on the turkey!

All for tonight.