First Sunday in November 2016

 Less than three weeks until Turkey day. Glad I do not have to kill and fix this old male bird. I most often just cook a turkey breast as the other parts of the turkey are not the favorite of the Hill Clan. 

 Well after this coming week the election will be over and I hope America has not hitched itself to the wrong wagon. If so, just as the path is rocky in the photo below, so will be the live of all Americans even if they voted for Change. I cannot wait until ALL the ads are pulled from the airways. This election season was way way way way tooooooo long. If we need election laws, the first one should be you can only take ONE year to run for a major office and only three months for state and local offices. 

My favorite photo of my Pa. This was my Mother's father and he was the FIRST MAN I EVER LOVED. At PT last week, I learn  Mr. Paint, my therapist had lost his Grandfather and it was the first close family member he had lost. Anyway, I told him about Monica's post and I may have paraphrased "Those of us Alive, are only Whispers in the Wind." Then I began to entertain him with wonderful memories of my Grandfather who was the first close family member I had lost. I do believe he enjoyed the stories but liked the one about my imagination as he laughed at my antics. Here goes the story and I may have told all of you before but it was when  I was small not even school age. My Grandmother who was very much OCD kept me while my mother worked in a shirt factory in Carthage. I did not care for dolls because they DID NOTHING BACK IN MY DAY so I played with all the little animals outside. To my Grandmother's horror, I was catching frogs and toads to play with on a daily basics. To discourage me from this kind of play she told me that if they peed on me I would get ugly warts. Not to give up my fun, I decided to put diapers on the frogs. When Grandmother was not looking I lifted some of her quilt pieces and a few straight pins. Thus I did not have to worry about warts but I now feel for those frogs who suffered my diapering because I am sure I poked them with the pins I used. Ouch. 
The Kitty Justice is the first close family member you loose to the wind will become the best memories of the past.