Marbles still had a couple doses of antibiotics to go, but her recovery was going well, so I felt pretty good about leaving Thanksgiving morning. Nervous about leaving my home and cats, but looking forward to the opportunity ahead of me, so pretty good overall. Definitely grateful to have friends who will help take care of things while I’m gone.
After picking me up at the airport, my dad got Thanksgiving dinner ready. It was just my parents and me, at tv trays in the living room. But it was the first time I’ve been with them for Thanksgiving in years, so that was nice. The food was pretty good, too.
Yesterday was pretty mellow, with me helping a bit around the house. Then today, my brother brought my nephew Cameron with him for a visit. He was a bit shy, at first, but then seemed to decide I was pretty cool. He’s seen me before, but it’s been a couple years, and he’s still young enough to not necessarily remember previous visits.
After the boys left, I made my traditional trip to the beach. I borrowed the truck, and parked at the end of Brookhurst, not far from the mouth of the Santa Ana River. I started out barefoot, but a twinge in my right ankle told me I needed the support of my shoes. I was a little sad about that, because I love to walk barefoot on the beach, but decided walking was more important than being barefoot. I made it down to the Huntington Beach Pier not long before sunset, and walked back as it slowly got dark. It was a beautiful way to spend an evening.