“O, no, I can't eat that all,” I moaned after I was put on a chair right behind a giant turkey. At thanksgiving I was invited by my daughter for dinner and when Janice makes food she means business. I swear the super large beast didn't like me, as it silently observed me like a cat watches a trapped mouse.

One of the nine great-grand-boys running in and out, in and out, in and out - of the house (do kids not walk anymore, or close doors?) sided up to me to say that the turkey was dead. (which comforted me.) I love them all to pieces, though I have a hard time distinguishing between them as they so gloriously look the same. They eat as if there is no tomorrow, even roaming the table after the meal was finished, but then, the food, made by my grand-daughter and in-law-grand-daughters was delicious.

It was so nice to see my son in law, together with his sons, and in-law son, peacefully watch a hockey game, while their women joyfully cleaned up. Thanks Janice, hope to do it all over again, and o, yes, the Canucks won - in a shoot-out.