It felt a little more like Thanksgiving this year than the last two years. Last year the Foxes came over here, and the year before we didn't do anything (one of my poems written for classes that week was titled "Just Another Thursday".) Amy watched the parade on TV, then the National Dog Show was commented upon while lunch was being eaten.
Ham, pecan pie and peach tea were consumed, as were cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes.
We went to Tahlequah to see Lankfords at Louise and Harry's; they're getting ready to move into town, so there was a tinge of sadness to the happy socializing. Still, it was a good time. Damon played his accordion and Courtney played mandolin. Played basketball with Lillyanne. Talked with everybody while the Cowboys game ended on TV. And it was just good to be in Tquah again, even for such a short time.
The Ruscos hosted their annual Black Friday Hoedown, which was nice. About thirty people from GBC were there, and line dancing is as impossible as ever. Unlike square dancing, there's not a partner to work with, which makes it much harder. Brad Paisley, Brooks and Dunn and Billy Ray Cyrus are all good to listen to, though ("Ticks," "Boot-Scoot Boogie" and "Achy Breaky Heart"). Also, the caller was calling at half-speed, that might have had something to do with it, too.
Amazon had a sale on books, so I bought a copy of G.K. Chesterton's Orthodoxy and a book of essays about Friday Night Lights (the TV show). And Jan Karon's new Mitford book.
In high school football, Beggs beat Oklahoma Christian in Edmond in a 3A quarterfinal matdchup (Demons vs Saints, lol), so they'll play the Sulphur Bulldogs in the state semifinals next Friday night at Edmond Santa Fe High School.
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