Thanksgiving Greetings from the Southwest
As I have noted in other posts, I’m in the Southwest. I’m about to head out to Colorado Springs to visit various of my offspring and their burgeoning families. I’m taking my aged mother with me, and unfortunately I don’t think she’ll manage to be away from her beloved cats for long. So we’ll likely head back to her home on Saturday, which is a great pity, because one of the things I love to do when visiting the Springs is to watch Steelers games at Donna’s house.
Donna is the lady pictured at left. Although a native Pittsburgher, she has lived in Colorado for some years now. My son met her when he showed up at an independent coffee house near his home to try it out. As Donna (or her daughter, I forget which) served him coffee she noted “Nice T-shirt.”
Since it was a Steelers t-shirt that wasn’t the response he would have expected in Broncos country. And for that matter it wasn’t actually a nice t-shirt, as it was already getting a bit threadbare at that point. (His wife later begged me to give him a new one for Christmas.) But a few questions revealed the Pittsburgh roots, and Adrian has been watching games with Donna ever since. Because, you see, Donna is a devoted enough fan to buy the whole Sunday ticket package or whatever it’s called, as otherwise she would essentially never get to watch the Steelers.
When I am visiting during football season it is one of the great pleasures to head over to her house, sit down in front of her enormous TV, and listen to Donna’s commentary. A few years ago I was visiting just after Donna had a bout with a nasty health issue. Fortunately she was on the mend. The Steelers that day were in the process of trying to give a game away to someone everyone thought they should beat, and at one point Donna said “C’mon, guys, I don’t have that much time left.”
And speaking of not having much time, I fear the posts are going to be a bit sparse this week. I will have mom to look after and four grandchildren to play with and daughters-in-law to catch up with and cooking and clearing up. I think I will manage to squeeze in some more of JuJu’s adventures, suitable for reading to any children or grandchildren who may be at loose ends. Lots is happening in JuJu’s life. And hopefully I will manage an opponent preview. But I don’t promise too much else.
In the meantime, I wish all of you and yours a very wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving, replete with turkey, all the trimmings, and, of course, football : ) Oh, and Go Stillers!*
*One of the ironies of my mom’s condition is what she does and doesn’t remember. My older daughter and her two children visited for a couple of days in late summer, and mom never did quite figure out who they were. But she has noted each time I’ve worn my Steelers shirt that in Pittsburgh it is pronounced “Stillers.” This is a woman who never cared a straw for football. Or Pittsburgh, for that matter. Odd…