Thanksgiving was wonderful. We had so many people, I never got to visit with them for long. I’d like to have heard more about the Indian pottery my cousin discovered, but everyone deserved a turn.
I got to go shooting with my brother one morning. We shot paper targets on two wire holders he made. It was fun shooting my old Remington again. I made the grips for it myself, but haven’t been shooting for a couple years. Check it out:
We drove through town a couple times. They say you can’t go home again, and it’s true. There are subdivisions where I used to chase rabbits with my old basset hound. Things have changed so dramatically, it isn’t the same little town I grew up in. Time changes everything, and I’m not the same as I once was either.
I just happened to be off today, so I spent the day working on critiques. I’m fortunate to belong to a pretty good group, and look forward to learning something every month. I’ll probably spend the afternoon on edits. If I don’t get on with it, the poor editor will think I’ve forgotten about her.