Thanksgiving 2012

What a gorgeous day Thanksgiving turned out to be.  It was beautiful and crisp, 
sun shining and my youngest son, Jeremy, recovered from his liquid
celebration with his buddies the night before, decided he would drive.  That was
fine by me so I could take photographs as we whizzed along Interstate 80...that
is, we made good time as far as Fairfield when thing's slowed to a snail's pace.
The trip to West Sacramento, which normally takes two hours, was a tedious three
hour drive.  I kept thinking, though, at least we weren't driving on Indian roads,
dodging cows, camel carts, entire families on motorcycles, and monstrous 
potholes!  Ah, but I do miss India!

I picked Jeremy up at his San Francisco apartment building, near Japan Town,
about 11:30.  There were very few people out and about.   

  

Interstate 280 on my drive in from Daly City - not much traffic

Jeremy's apartment building - very quiet!

A few souls were playing tennis in the courts across the street and

dog walkers were reminded to pick up after their pets

San Francisco Victorian houses

A bit of traffic back up here

Heading over the Oakland Bay bridge - construction of the new

span is coming along

At the Carquinez Bridge toll booth

Ummm, a visit to the Napa Valley is in store soon!  Wine, wine, wine!

A little colorful foliage remains for me to enjoy!

I saw none in India so I was delighted!

So pretty...

Such nice scenery

A wonderful show for me

Isn't this tree a beautiful shape?

 

At last, we arrived at Laura and Alex's home ( my middle

son ) and, after 5 months away, my granddogs remember me!

Alex, 30 ( rear ) and Jeremy ( 28 ) in front

A wonderful red wine blend...I didn't even get the winery name...

we didn't wait for dinner to open it!

Alex, at the grill

Bucky loves the smell of the turkey on the grill!

Laura inherited my fine china and my mother's sterling silver

Checking out my detective friend's new Kimber semi-sutomatic pistol ( unloaded ).

He's promised to take me to a firing range to show me how to shoot.  I'm

not sure I want to do that.

Loaded or not, Bucky doesn't like it - guess he wouldn't make a

good police dog.

My baby - Jeremy, all 6'4" of him

My kind of Thanksgiving....I hardly had to do any work!

Always a lady, my granddog, Taffy

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Beautiful Dawn Lockhart - my oldest son, Shawn, has

excellent taste

Did I hear food in my dog dish?

Alex's backyard at sunset

My first born, Shawn, 41, with his lovely lady, Dawn

Dawn, with her chihuahua, Chiquita

Look how sweet I am, Grandma...who ever got the idea that pit bulls are mean?

Borrowing Jeremy's 49er's cap & sipping wine to keep warm

Bucky &;Taffy are exiled to the rug when folks are having a 

meal at the table...don't they look pathetic?

Bucky took over Chiquita's carrier which gave us quite a laugh!

My two youngest - they are actually both 6'4" - they

played high school football - Alex played in college and

Jeremy was a decathlete in college

Poor Laura, a paramedic, worked a twelve hour shift on Thanksgiving day but the

feast had her touches, that's for sure.  I can't believe I didn't get any pictures of the

food.  That is so unlike me.  I guess I was just too focused on the eating.  Believe me,

all the food was divine.  I wanted my friends in India to get an idea of what Thanksgiving

was like & I left that out.  Oh, well, stay tuned for Christmas.

I hope everyone had a very special Thanksgiving with family and friends.  That's what

the day is all about, after all.

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