Began a cloudy, gloomy day with work. Given it's a week and a half before Thanksgiving and there was an Eagles game later in the afternoon, we were busy all morning. I alternated between helping three other baggers gather carts and shelving four full carts of loose items. No problems whatsoever.
Took the long way home down Nicholson Road. It was cloudy, cold, and windy, but not rainy or even humid. Dodged traffic around the Hispanic church, where a Thanksgiving dinner for the parish was in progress, as well as on Atlantic Avenue. Gardens are empty now, mainly leaves and slightly dry grass. Golden leaves fluttered down from the trees as I rode down Manor.
Made banana pancakes for lunch when I got in. Ran A Broadway Christmas while I ate. I found this CD at a thrift shop in the Villas about a year before I moved up here. It's a collection of both well-known holiday songs from musicals, and ones that were cut from musicals or come from ones that aren't as famous. Favorites from the latter category include the lovely "Christmas Eve" that was cut from She Loves Me, the intense "I Don't Remember Christmas" from the off-Broadway revue Starting Here, Starting Now, and the lost Irving Berlin number "The Happy New Year Blues." There's also an awesome 80's girl-group version of "Turkey Lurkey Time" from Promises, Promises.
Worked on writing for the next few hours. Donald, one of Richard's men, fell off the boat. A red-haired blur with a blue fish tail gets him on a log. He swears he saw a "goddess with a fish tail" when Nipsey and Richard drag him back on the ship. His friends think he was seeing things, but members of the crew speak of the merfolk who live under the waves and control the waters.
Headed out around 4:30 for the Eagles game. This being a late game, it was just Dad, Jodie, Mark, Jessa, and Midnight the puppy when I arrived. (Apparently, Rose and her crew were supposed to come, but there was some kind of trouble with Khai.) The Eagles were up 3 to 0 when I arrived. They played beautifully during the first half, but the Patriots roared back in the third quarter when the Eagles started making too many mistakes. The Eagles finally lost 17-10.
Jodie kept things simple, ordering cheese and pepperoni pizzas and hot wings about a half-hour after the game started. We had them right before halftime. I nearly drowsed off during the fourth quarter after dinner, and I almost wish I had. Jodie must have said ten times in a row that she thought the Eagles' quarterback Carson Wentz was a good player but a bad leader. That's fine, it's her opinion...but she and Mark didn't have to keep going on and on about it.
(And incidentally, Jodie told me that next week's Eagles game was moved to 1 PM for some reason. She says she won't be cooking - she has a bridal shower. It'll be the weekend before Thanksgiving. It's more than likely I'll be too tired to go anywhere but work and home anyway.)
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