
At La Mancha restuarant, Austin, Texas
Thanksgiving was good: an extended family gathering at a nephew’s. He and his wife did all the heavy cooking (and cleaning), while the rest of us brought side dishes, salads, desserts, and drinks.

The best part was the Goodie Bags that our great-niece Bella gave us. She had a sign-in sheet for everyone to be sure we got our specific bag. Each one was uniquely decorated and had our names on them. We sent her a hand-written thank you card.
That’s us: Ant Tchrisha and Uncel Brucel. I’m keeping these; they are priceless. (The candy inside was pretty good, too.)
It seems I’m not yet old enough not to deceive myself. What lies do you tell yourself?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don’t have two (or three) of the ingredients for this recipe. It should taste the same without them.
I’m putting my keys in a different place than where they usually go. I’ll remember where they are.
I’ll eat only a little ice cream.
That’s a great story idea I had. I don’t need to write it down.
I don’t need the address. I’ll recognize the place when I get there.
I don’t need the instructions. How hard can it be?
I’m too tired to finish [task] tonight. I’ll get up really early tomorrow morning and finish it before I have to leave.
I’ll always remember where I took this photo, the names of all the people, the exact date it was taken.
I’ll remember my new logon and password.