It was almost perfect.

We awoke to gray skies and fat, lacy snowflakes floating down in a festive, friendly manner.  It was the kind of snow you see in Bing Crosby movies, not the fierce and lethal type Laura Ingalls Wilder wrote about in The Long Winter.  This snow said "come out and play!"  Not "I will scour the skin right off your bones, sucker!!"

As usual, Jay had a game on Wednesday night.  He got home after midnight and set right to work getting the turkey in the oven.  It cooked all night so in addition to the perfect snowfall, we awoke to the smell of roasted turnkey.  Jay carved and stowed the bird while Josie and I watched the parades--a whole new experience in Hi-def!

Note to NBC; What is wrong with you people?  I'm trying to watch the Rockettes and some idiot decides a constantly moving camera is the way to go?  Did it not occur to anyone that the swinging back and forth and zooming around just might distract from the dancing?  You don't think the Rockettes are impressive enough without adding your trick photography??  The Rockettes are supposed to be the best tap dancing troupe in the world so DON'T ZOOM IN SO CLOSE THAT WE CAN'T SEE THEIR FEET!!  One more thing; high kicks do not look impressive when shot from above.  It was the most frustrating dance number I've seen since I saw Singin' in the Rain at a theater where the projectionist constantly cropped Gene Kelly's feet.  That was during the Suburban World's brief foray into Cinema-Grillage.

After the Rockettes, Josie and I walked around the Lake.  It was gorgeous, but a bit colder than we expected due to a brisk breeze.  Not too bad, but a scarf would've been a good thing to have around the northeastern shore.  We weren't the only people out to get some exercise before stuffing ourselves into a stupor.  Their were plenty of walkers, joggers, dog-walkers, stroller pushers and even a pair of kayakers on Lake Harriet.  It was wonderful; mottled gray sky, black water, bare trees and fat white snowflakes everywhere.  The first real snowfall of the year.  We got about a half inch accumulation, which isn't much but it was the first snow that stuck.

After our walk, Josie had cocoa and I called Tyler.  He had had to work in the morning, but had a turkey lunch at the club.  His coach was taking all the holiday orphans out for dinner later.

To a Mexican place.

I'll never understand Texas.

Then I called Margy (no one was home) and JP.  JP and his girl were cooking turkey and having people over for dinner, just like an old married couple.  They aren't one, they just played one on stage.  Of course in the play, she left him when she found out he was black.  I don't think that would matter in real life, but it's probably best that he's not black, just in case.

On the other hand, how cool would that be?

At about one, we headed off to Pam's house where all the Pivec's left in town have been gathering for years.  It was the smallest Thanksgiving gathering in decades; a whole branch of the family is down in Arizona and a handful of others are in California.  One large bunch was at the in-laws.  We did get to say "Hi" on the phone to Pete, who is serving in Baghdad.  He's coming home for Christmas!