Thanksgiving
I had a great week seeing my family. On Thanksgiving my sister and I teamed up and prepared an All-From-Scratch-Vegan-Feast. It's not ideal living away from family but I just can't see myself living in Southern California. This was the first Thanksgiving in as long as I can remember with my parents and my sister's family all together. I also got to spend a lot of quality time with my niece and nephew - they are so wonderful. I'm blessed to have the family I was born with and the family in Eugene that I've become apart of.
The loudspeaker in the airport keeps reminding us that we are at "Homeland Security Threat Level Orange". I'm not sure what this actually means and if I'm supposed to do something different. When I was going through security the guy in the line next to me had his little clear baggy of liquids and gels out and in a separate bin as instructed. It turns out he was over the limit of having 3.4 ounces. The TSA guy didn't have a scale or measure it but determined the violation by sight. I read a story about this the other day where a guy was over the limit based on the total measurements listed on the bottles and tubes and not what was actually in them. One bottle was mostly empty but counted as full and so he was sent to the back of the line to figure out what to do with his extra liquids as was the guy near me today. I figured I wouldn't carry on any liquids so there would be no problems. The same TSA agent who turned away Mr. 4.7 Ounces happily let Mr. Tacklebox through accompanied by some fishing hooks. I got a glimpse of the tacklebox with it's clear covered compartments fulled with HOOKS. If a box cutter can take a plane down so can fishing hooks ... or pens .. or fingers. Fear is a funny thing.
Soon I'll board the next plane and make my way home to Eugene where my sweet girl will pick me up and we'll spend the rest of the weekend chiling out with each other and our cats.
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