go round: if only

 

Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good morning. Hot & black with two spanakopita triangles for breakfast is my tastiest TGvg wakeup in memory. My other TG wakeup memory is, in the house my parents built in 1937 and where the three of us grew up, coming conscious to the aroma of turkey roasting in the oven wafting upstairs to my bedside. 

Remember memorable events in your life, and tuck them away: each one only happens once, and you'll enjoy it again and again for years to come. In my case this morning, eighty years later.

Someone pilot will not have a happy TG wakeup this morning. I doubt he had a good night's sleep, but if he did, waking to the instant thought of the upcoming investigation into his landing the Navy's plane in salt water could ruin his appetite for the feast. If he was in the promotion zone and selected, I hope he's already put it on.

The air controller too. Why oh why didn't I say abort, go round.

But Alabama's senator probably has the pilot's promotion blocked anyway. Innocent people can get hurt by one certitudinous politician's arrogant petulancy. 

Another first: a small slice of the ice box lemon pie that cooled outside on 7H porch in the overnight chill. Perfect with my second monster mug of club coffee! I only was able to wangle the pie's being cut early because of Linda's concern about the crust having cooked a bit too long. In the background, The New Yorker from a week or two ago, turned to the fiction piece, which I'm just now getting round to reading. Once we're finished with this week's issue, I peel off the address label and Linda puts the magazine on the counter in the mailroom down on the garage level, for someone else to enjoy.

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The wars continue. In retrospect of their ruined cities and beloved dead, would the people of Ukraine prefer to have negotiated  not to apply for EU and NATO membership, and/or to have relinquished part of their territory to the Russian separatists? Look at the cost in property and humanity. 

Same with the people of Gaza in their gut-wrenching agony: not Hamas with their unyielding hatreds, which they now have successfully led everyone else into sharing, but the ordinary father in Gaza rushing toward a hospital carrying the body of his son or his little girl. All government is always, all ways, all bad, but us ordinary peons would wish only to live peaceful lives with those we love.

Why oh WHY do we elect these people ...

RSF&LHM

T88&c