Thanksgiving is love. Ira Kaye Ron Jennifer Annelise and Lee joined us for Thanksgiving Dinner. It was a beautiful experience. Life-affirming and sweet. Friday, we journeyed to Paducah, Kentucky, for some Black Friday Fun. We stopped by the Cigar Bar as we did during our last Black Friday trip. Jennifer, Jonathon, and Aaron enjoy the game at the Bar. They play a tournament. The Old Man smokes a fine cigar. Aaron and Jonathon each purchased a cigar for the pater familias. They know what I like. I am reminded of ornate cigar bars of days of old. A lovely setting to reflect.

Our time on Earth is precious and brief. Each moment is to be savoured like fine wine. No two moments are the same. They are as unique as snowflakes. We are painting the fine art of our lives. Each brush stroke is important.

The Thanksgiving meal is a vehicle for our memories and plans. I read of Joan Didion and her elaborate discovered plans for Thanksgiving Dinner at her home. Joan had an eclectic mix of people, from authors to artists. She was a master chronicler of her time. Each of her Thanksgiving plans. When the Dinner took place, Joan Didion was a relaxed and gracious host. She made me think of MJ and her love for Thanksgiving.

We lost a friend who was a profound light. When I saw her, I saw light. She was angelic.

So we continue to move. Movement is life. We are a part of the never-ending story. At times, we are aware of our role. Worry and care cloud our purpose now and then. If we could stand back and see the entire work of art we are a participant in, we would understand.

Jennifer is a wise, kind, brilliant person. A joy to be around. She has taken iconic photos of MJ and me walking to the car after the Black Friday Festivities. Lee and Annelise are a delight and a blessing.

Life is sweet. We must keep moving. Movement is life.