Sunday

So it looks like there is a possibility that the Brooklyn Broccolos will spend Thanksgiving here, which would be great. Last year we had Thanksgiving over with Rich and Peggy, although it was on Saturday when Rich's family came down. The Screnocks will probably provide a turkey, so the more the merrier.

The rain continued through the night, and we had a much-needed inch and three-quarters by the time it stopped this morning.

Tom came back last night from the Kimballs all a-dither over the house they are building in Utah. Eleven thousand square feet of house and another ten thousand or so of "barn", for lack of a better word. As you may gather, Chris did all right for himself.

There being nothing going on this afternoon in Sauk County, we decided to go to Madison and hit some bookstores and so on. To our disappointment, a recently-discovered and liked Chinese place was not open. It wasn't clear if that was because it was Sunday or if it has gone out of business. So to the food court we went for chicken teriyaki.

I got a book on writing and a new copy of the Tao Te Ching -- a Chinese spiritual classic that I love but keep giving away. Tom fiddled around with wind chimes for a while and then decided not to get any. Instead we bought a little television to replace the failing one that I watch while riding the exercycle in the exercise room -- AKA the basement. I really have to start getting more exercise and watch what I am eating! Then when Vince and Kristin come in November, I can eat what I want for that weekend at least.