Thankful for . . .

• Little girls who dress up like pilgrims and Indians for Thanksgiving.
  
• The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, which I love even more now that I’ve seen it live (somebody needs to produce a webcam feed so you can just watch the parade as it passes, and not keep cutting to celebrity interviews and listening to Katie Couric deliver lame jokes from the teleprompter.)
  
• Bright sunny T-giving morning, warm and in the ’50s.
  
• A nice little 20-mile bike ride to Mom’s for Thanksgiving. My sag wagon brought me a change of clothes. Just as I was leaving, the sky clouded up considerably, but the ride was still nice. Went out some roads that I would ONLY ever try on Thanksgiving, when there is no traffic whatsoever. Any other day, I’d be taking my life in my hands. One just doesn’t bike anywhere near Crossgates Mall. Just 20 miles, and very flat miles at that, over to Rotterdam.

Other than the bike ride, yesterday was, appropriately, a day of sloth. Today there’s some cleaning to be done, and tonight I have a high school reunion. 25 years. This will cap the Year of Reunions — we had an informal reunion gathering in the summer, followed by the Daily Orange Reunion (100th anniversary celebration). Three in a year is enough. This should be fun, but I’ve been so drained by work that I really didn’t have any desire to do this; if Reynolds weren’t going, I wouldn’t have bothered, but I haven’t seen her in ages, and I simply must.