Kenosha notes

Our North Country caravan arrived in time for a late evening meal: savory bowls of beef stew, which we consumed while surrounded by beloved faces. Thanksgiving Day held much promise, and in between food-prep and animated conversation, Friend #12 and I strolled to the edge of Lake Michigan to take in the still-green lawns and the friendly rumble of waves on sand. Dear Hubby led the young men into the park to scrimmage with a pigskin, but the game ended when he dove too enthusiastically for a touchdown. Diagnosis: separated shoulder. Ouch. We spent the afternoon in the Kenosha ER, discovering which kind of pain meds NOT to administer to dear Hubby. Extreme nausea and vertigo needed to flee before I could cart a shaky (yet handsome) guy home. He is resting comfortably this morning, arm in sling, in the leather armchair of Friend #5a.
Hubby and I eventually partook in our Thanksgiving meal, and it was even better than usual considering the period of near-starvation I endured beforehand. This, in the truest tradition of the Founding Fathers, made our celebration most traditional and memorable.
All the dear folk here send their love and greetings to all the dear folk in the North Country.