The word of the day is "varied" -- 3 a: of differing kinds : multifarious b: dissimilar in nature or form : unlike 4: having a number of different aspects or characteristics <a various place> 5: of an indefinite number greater than one <stop at various towns>6: individual, separate <rate increases granted in the various states>
As many of you know, my daughter Cybil was married Oct. 5, which was a wonderful event that came off excellently well--not without a hitch, but at least without any events that will appear in the America's Funniest Videos.
We had a lovely Thanksgiving. First we went to my sister's, where we made the pumpkin I had bought for Halloween into pie. Then Cybil came over and we played a game called Apples to Apples. This is a rather complicated game for people who have more than "a little brain." It involves making comparisons between people, places and events and attributes thereof. Cybil made the feast of pork tenderloin and stuffing wrapped in filo dough (somewhat like beef Wellington).
After supper, Lloyd and I drove on to Omaha where we stayed with his elder daughter. She had the traditional turkey/stuffing/pumpkin pie feast. We went out after a light supper of leftover turkey to look at the Christmas illuminations in downtown Omaha and in a neighborhood where most of the houses could hold my house 3 or 4 times over. Beautiful lights, gorgeous houses.
At home on Sunday, I strung a few more lights around our blue spruce. This weekend, I'll probably put a few lights on the porch, or maybe around the birdbath.
The quote for the day is from Walt Whitman (1819–1892), U.S. poet. I Hear America Singing (l. 1–4).
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, ...
