Thanksgiving, Buicks and Die-Nastys

           I pray that all 3 of you that read my blog had an awesome Thanksgiving. I was a living example of what grazing looks like. And I kinda feel like a cow these days so it fits. Thanksgiving is really my favorite holiday. Food and family. No worrying about gifts and travel and shopping and all that stuff. Of course I’m excluding black-Friday shopping in my favorite memories. This year was especially great because my parents invited Tammy’s parents to eat with all of us. So we only had one house to go to and all the family was there. I don’t think I left the table for about 2 hours. Most of that time was listening and telling stories and laughing and remembering. Yes, food and lots of it but if mom hadn’t had a turkey and we would have eaten cold sandwiches it still would have been incredible.

            An update on the Buick… When we last left her, she was in ICU at Butlers Wrecker Service. She has since been moved to a transitional care unit (Foster’s Auto Body) to determine if rehab is right for her. I consulted with the specialist today and he just stared at me with a grim look on his face and shook his head. Annnnnnnnd, I forgot to tell you that the fine upstanding gentleman that pulled out in front of me had no insurance. So that little premium that is at the end of the statement each month that reads, “uninsured motorist coverage” will be taking care of this one. Basically, my insurance will pay for everything and then choose whether or not to sue the before mentioned gentleman. I guess that depends on how expensive those blue jeans were that they cut off of me. I said all of that to say this. I have been researching Die-Nastys (aka Dynasty) on the Craigslist but Tammy has said, “NO!” She seems pretty firm on her stance but Jordan and I are working on her. I am fine, by the way, thanks for asking. No, really, thanks for asking, because so many people have been so sweet. I received phone calls and text messages regularly asking me how I am. Knee is going to be checked again by a specialist (not the guy at Foster’s, he specializes in Buicks) and we will see how it is. But other than that I am good. Not really that sore other than the “I’m just old” sore that happens each and every morning!

            Finally, I ate lunch at Smokin Joe’s today. It was amazing as always. You should go taste for yourself. I’ve never had anyone come back to me disappointed that I have sent out there. As usual after my meal I walk around back to the smoker and talk to Mr. Joe. I always enjoy my time with him because he reminds me so much of my Papaw Bryant. I told him about my awesome Thanksgiving and he looked up from the sauce he was stirring and with that perfect southern drawl he said, “You know what Pastor, that’s the secret to great people… Great family and great family time.”

            I agree with Joe. Not that it matters to anyone else but I do. I hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving and are looking forward to Christmas. Maybe not for the gift, although you may have a gift you are anticipating, but for the time again when even the busiest families take time and spend it together.

            Waiting patiently on word from the Buick Specialist,

            Pastor Dad