So, we arrived at Llangollen, our wee cottage on Rehoboth Beach, for our first ever Thanksgiving Dinner in this place.
Everything was really wonderful - three of our daughters and our son in law were here, along with MacKenna Jane and Abigayle Sophie. We talked and laughed and ate and helped the kids feed the fish and the gulls, and picked up clam and crab shells for Mackie's collection.
The temperature was a balmy 74 degrees and we ate our dinner in the 'Florida room' surrounded by Rehoboth Bay and our dessert and coffee out on the deck.
However, our ISP was down until about an hour ago. I had over 400 email messages and have not even started to catch up on my blog surfing. Turns out, our neighbor inadvertently cut the cable cord when he tried to repair the electricity to his lighthouse. I will be writing, the working title of which is "When did they take the service out of 'Customer Service'?"
All was not lost. I did write a reflective essay about The Great Divide which will follow this one momentarily.
I hope your Thanksgiving celebration was as wonderful as ours, even though we were apart, one from another.
"Finally, I suspect that it is by entering that deep place inside us where our secrets are kept that we come perhaps closer than we do anywhere else to the One who, whether we realize it or not, is of all our secrets the most telling and the most precious we have to tell." Frederick Buechner
Come in! Come in!
"If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a Hope-er, a Pray-er, a Magic Bean buyer; if you're a pretender, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!" -- Shel Silverstein
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