Turkey eve

Oh hi kid!

Tomorrow is thanksgiving, traditionally my favorite holiday. It’s the perfect holiday, about old traditions, family, gratitude, pie, butter, mashed potatoes, whipped cream, pie. It’s snowing now so that just puts a nice touch on it. Only something is missing, a little chunk of me is separated from me and I can feel it, I miss it, i ache for it a little. 

Jordan came over this afternoon, he’s staying the night. We got little Caesar’s, they played basketball, Minecraft, and a little football. Then we watched invincible. Sound familiar? Things don’t change too much around here.

It’s nice having three voices drift up from the basement, even for just a night. Jordan’s family is spending time with aunt Lithia’ s side tomorrow. We’re doing the turkey bowl in the morning...I don’t expect much of a turnout. For months jacob has been worrying that too many people will show up. I think we’ll have hardly any with everyone going in all directions. Your brothers and Jordan have been practicing trick plays for weeks now. I have no doubt they will be run successfully. I also have no doubt that everyone else will just be there for the donuts and grandmas hot chocolate. 

Jordan is wearing Jacobs Utes pajamas, so there’s that.

I miss you tonight kid. I don’t like to say that too often, and I am so happy you are serving the Lord. But I do miss you, I do love you.

I might be in a melancholy mood. Monday was the 31st anniversary of my brothers accident. I wasn’t aware of that till yesterday. But I did have a profound experience, completely unexpected. I was just working away, I had a pretty full load. Suddenly I felt a profound feeling for my mom. I found myself suddenly missing her deeply, to the point I had to pause what I was doing. I felt my eyes fill with tears, then, my self concience took hold and snapped me out of it. 

Sunday I got to do a ministering interview with brother Noble. We got on the subject of the ministering of angels, and how our ancestors, both recent and distant can have a connection with us, and, along with the Holy Ghost, can inspire us. I know there’s more to it than that, but I think this and the previous paragraph are related.

Last night we went to a Tuesday $5 movie, a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, about Mr. Rogers. It was about his empathy and kindness and how he wanted to teach little kids about their feelings. It was in the context of an article written about him in the 90s and the effect he made on the writer. They did a really good job in depicting a spiritual person, even showing him praying, without making him look foolish or superstitious. Not sure if your brothers liked it, or if you would, but I’ve really been thinking about it a lot.

Today I went to lunch with my new boss Mike. Turns out we have quite a bit in common. Our dads were both professors at the U. We both love the San Rafael Swell, we both dabble in wood working. He also played a year of football back in the day–outside linebacker. That bit did impress jacob. I don’t think I’ve gotten along with a boss like this since my Rip and Alan days, maybe not even them.

I hope to hear from you tomorrow. Let us know what time you can call, if you can call, we’ll plan around it. Enjoy your meals. I imagine those families sharing their meals with you are doing it because of their faith, kindness and charity. But they may also be looking for blessings, so serve them any way you can, even if through prayer or by your priesthood.

Well, lyity,

Pops 

P.S. the Jazz got killed by 22 by the pacers tonight.