Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving, Arizona



Mid-60s, shorts, a light shirt, a warm breeze and an open path for contemplating my gratitude inventory


This American holiday has always been family time for us. So, we took a short ride to get some last-minute grocery items. A small thing, normal, quiet, unexciting. I'm infinitely thankful for it, though. Got to go. My wife has a spoon with fresh-whipped mash potatoes on it, and the kids are running toward the kitchen to get there first. Thanks, life, for this. Get up. Go ride.


We cross

Family bikes

2 comments:

  1. Did you win?
    The mashatato race I mean.

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  2. I won that round. But there are still plenty of leftover taters to go around, for the next day or two. Turkey, anyone? Anyone?

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