Tuesday, November 21, 2017
A Quiet Thanksgiving
Rusty: Hey, turn off the light. I'm trying to sleep.
Micah: I can't turn it off. That's sunlight. Besides, you don't want to sleep away the day. We have things to do.
Rusty: Such as?
Micah: Well, eat, for one.
Rusty: And then?
Micah: We can think about that. There's no rush.
Rusty: I've been thinking a lot about Buddy lately. Yesterday would have been his 13th birthday. It still seems strange he's not with us. Especially when the phone rings.
Micah: Yes, he did love to howl when the phone rang. He taught the other dogs to do the same, but they stopped when he passed away.
Rusty: It's been pretty quiet around here since. Or it would be if Marcus would lower his volume.
Micah: I would have thought his voice would have dropped a few dozen octaves during his four years. How much longer do you think we'll have to listen to his his hyper screeching?
Rusty: I don't know. I've heard a human boy's voice usually changes in his teen years. I fear we'll all go deaf before Marcus reaches thirteen.
Micah: We should add that to our list of things to be thankful for - most of us still have our hearing.
Rusty: .Jan said we're having a quiet Thanksgiving. And I happen to know Marcus won't be here.
Micah: Why not?
Rusty: I emailed him an invitation for Thanksgiving dinner at the White House. He accepted.