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!
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
Beautiful Dawn Lockhart - my oldest son, Shawn, has
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.