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I was bored because my brother had to wake me up at 5:30 this morning. So here is a Gatling gun and a DMR.


Reason behind the Gatling gun, I didn't want to wait for BA to start selling theirs :P

for Film Friday


Edelweiss had a very Happy Thanksgiving! She is very detail oriented as you can see!


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Mary's Thanksgiving table, 2014.

Happy Thanksgiving from our table to yours!

turkey with all the trimmings!

Drew was resident photographer for Thanksgiving.

wandering around the dining room with my camera :)


I think that was my parents' wedding china. It's brown. Very 1974. I like that my dad and stepmom still use it.

Raquet club, San Juan Cosala, Mexico


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As seen in Buffalo, New York.

Lake Hartwell, GA (Hart County) Copyright 2004 D. Nelson

Grateful Lord for your Mercy and Blessings!

We celebrated with family at my Sister-In-Law's home. As the table was being set, I pulled the camera out to get some pre-eating captures of the fine meal we had. I made sure I sat at this end of the table near my favorite, that was in focus ... nothing like the taste of sweet potatoes :))


My belly is still fool from eating ... the dessert table will follow :))

Playing around today at my daughters house today before dinner. I wanted take some shots of her "Thanksgiving Dinner Table"

Our table for Thanksgiving, you can tell its a special occasion because I brought out my best Cowboy china...

Thankful for Each Other


Dear Lord,

As we gather together around this table

laden with your plentiful gifts to us,

we thank You for always providing

what we really need

and for sometimes granting wishes

for things we don’t really need.

Today, let us be especially thankful

for each other--for family and friends

who enrich our lives in wonderful ways,

even when they present us with challenges.

Let us join together now

in peaceful, loving fellowship

to celebrate Your love for us

and our love for each other. Amen.


By Joanna Fuchs


We were in a pinch for a TG table center piece, so we bought some fruit and I assembled this, though it was just one nudge away from calapse.


This years' dessert (along with Chocolate Stout Cake from my kitchen and many other pies from other guests).


Getting ready!



Anne came back from Beijing for a few days. It was late November and time for Thanksgiving. It was a last minute decision and John did not know about it until she emailed him from the terminal. She had been gone for close to three months and this was her first time back.


John tried to keep himself busy with various projects while she was gone. The owners of the house that John was renting from had put the house up for sale. He did not know how long he had left in it. If it was bought, he would to move again. It could be tomorrow, next week, next month or even next year. He was still living off his savings, but not sure if he could afford another move with Anne now gone.


Anne came in on a Wednesday morning. She slept for a few hours into the afternoon, in her old room and bed, until John woke her up. Ray and Doris had the idea of having a pot luck at their home instead of the traditional Thanksgiving dinner. Since all of them had decided to not travel home to family, why not, Ray said over the phone. For John, he had left his family long ago and besides his sister, he did not maintain contact with them. For Anne, her family was in Hong Kong and the 26th was just another day.


"What do you think they're going to bring?" Anne said.

"I have no idea. Ray says Doris isn't a good cook and neither is he so who knows? I guess they'll probably buy something or get take-out."

"Funny isn't it. It was their idea to cook."

"I know. But they're nice company and it's better than eating alone."

"I hope so. I want nothing to do with turkey to be honest."

"Course not."

"How about we make Peking duck?" Anne said.

"I doubt we'd be able to find duck around here," John said.

"We can get it whole roasted duck from the shop on Q St. and make our own steamed buns. My room mate in BJ showed me how."


They made a shopping list of some other items. The dinner was starting to look like a Chinese menu. "Do you think they'll mind?" Anne said.

"Course not."


On Thursday, all the stores closed except for the Asian supermarket and pho places along Stockton Blvd. It could have been any other day as they walked through the aisles.


Three months. For John, September, October and November had gone by without notice. He didn't pay much attention to the calendar. Anne had cut her hair short. Now it hung above her shoulders and was styled with a side part. Her bangs swept across forehead just so and ended with a few strands hovering over the frame of her glasses. She never wore her glasses out before. She told him she hated them. The only time John saw her with them was at home late night, in the moments she was reading before sleeping.

"Something on my face?" Anne said.

"Glasses," he said.

"I guess I got lazy. Now I'm like you."

"No. They look nice on you. I'm not use to seeing you out with them."

"Yeah. I don't really mind them anymore."


"Did you ever miss Sacramento?" John said.

"Of course, you can't imagine how hard it is to find a decent show in BJ?" Anne said.

"I can imagine. By the way, do you guys really call it BJ?"

"Yeah, we do?"

"It makes me think of something else." John leaned over and whispered it to her.

"You dirty mind! What happened to you? I'll just say Beijing now. Sorry."

She threw a box of Almond jelly powder into the shopping cart.

"I figured you would've found a kindhearted and handsome man to take you over there just like how you did here," he said.

"I'm not that smart or attractive. Honestly, you're the only one who would," she said.

"I guess you're implying I'm stupid then."

"Yeah. It's not a bad thing for me. Or you."

She took out a cell phone and took picture of him standing there underneath the fluorescent supermarket lights. He was picking out some green onions. "I realized I didn't have any photos of you to show my friends whenever I talked about you," she said.


John and Anne brought the food over next door. Even though it was only six, it was already dark outside. Ray greeted them on the front porch. He was in worn oxford shirt that was fraying along the edges of the cuff and collar. "Good to you see John," he said while shaking John's hand, "It's been a while."

"I want to introduce you to my friend, Anne. Anne, this is Ray. Ray, Anne," John said.

"Come on, it hasn't been long enough that I've forgotten who this is," Ray said. He hugged her. "Let me get that for you."

"Thanks for inviting us Ray. Something smells good inside," Anne said. She handed over the large pot to him.


Even though they had been neighbors for four months already, this was John's first time in their home. Unlike the house he rented, Ray's house had a much larger living room and the stairwell at the end of the hallway instead of dominating the entryway. It was also less barren. There were bookshelves all along the wall and a long vintage red sofa. Doris peered out from the kitchen. She wiped her hands on the apron and hung it on the pantry door and moved the hair that had fallen down across her forehead with the back of her hand. She embraced Anne first, and then John. ""It's so good to see you guys again," she said, "Anne, I love your hair."

"I love you too. How's the baby?" Anne said.

"The usual. I can't fit into most of my clothes anymore," Doris said.

"I don't know what I do if it was me. How many months has it been?"


"Time flies...Do you mind?"

"Knock yourself out."

Anne bent down and put her ear and palm to the apex of Doris' stomach. She closed her eyes and listened. There was a slow but gentle thud.


Ray and Doris watched for the two for a minute. Ray put a hand on John's shoulder, who was standing in the living room with two trays in his hand, "Word of advice, be careful of what they wish for...We can set this down on the dining room table over here," Ray said.


There was baked ham, a salad, cornbread, along with fried nice and winter-melon soup. Ray took set the pot down and removed the lid, "Oh," he said. John set the trays down next to it and removed the aluminum foil that was covering them. "Nice," Ray said. He was grinning.

"Anne made those. You can buy the duck at the shop on 10th and Q," John said.

"Funny isn't it? The table looks like Chinese New Years mixed with Thanksgiving," Ray said.


As they left the house and said their goodbyes to Ray and Doris, John realized that that night would be a special night for all of them. It was late and close to one already. They had talked for quite a while inside about a lot of things. He did not know why, but that was he felt as they left. It would never happen again.


Anne held his hand as they made their down the front porch stairs and opened the gate and let themselves out.

"Let's go for a walk before going home," Anne said.

"Sure," he said.

"There's a lot I want to talk about," she said, "And I haven't had anyone to listen."

I actually found the turkey rather disturbing... hahaha I'm so used to the drumsticks only, now I have the whole body to attach it to... feels strange! Reminds me of a Mr Bean episode as well... XD

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