I always like this date  11 22--a time to reflect on one's life for a few minutes.

Robert is in the back yard feeding Blackie, our 2-inch long goldfish, bits of raw salmon.  Blackie seems to love cheese, broccolini, and peas.  He spits out blueberries and garlic.  We feel we have empiriacally satisfied our curiosity about whether fish have tastebuds.

Last Saturday I was in Studio City with Sigrid, Jim, and Trevor and Chloe.  Sigrid made a wonderful turkey dinner with exquisite creamed sweet potatoes.  Yesterday, here at my house, Gunther and Eliza, Anders and Auggie, and Carmen and Dwight (Eliza's parents from San Diego) gathered for another turkey dinner.  Gunther spatchcocked the turkey and it cooked in less than two hours (you cut out the backbone, and flatten the breast and roast it that way.)

G and E and the kids are going to Joshua State Part next week, so we celebrated early.

Robert and I will be having my oldest friends, Zenobia, Tyler, Roy Iwaki and his nephew and friend over for another Thanksgiving Day dinner on Thursday. 

Today Zenobia, Robert and I are going used car shopping.  My Nissan is 13 years old and the handwriting is on the wall.