Dear Bill

Dear Bill,

By the time you read this, some of the work will be done. You will have made it through without ever having read whatever words of motivation I might muster, because you could. 

Like always, you could. 

Like always, you did.

What Are the Chances?

Three cars left East Market Street at the same time headed for the same destination. One pulled over a few miles later. Another stopped at a light to make a left turn. The third whizzed by while the second was waiting.

The second car encountered an obstacle and rerouted. One of the passengers wanted to stop for water. A few miles later a convenience center appeared on the left. The driver decided to turn. Pulling in they saw the first car.

Three siblings were reunited at what turned out to be a crucial moment.

Surely, this was more than coincidence.

Cold Feet

We walked down to the sandy beach at the end of our street in an effort to beat the rain yesterday afternoon. An unseasonably fair breeze met us as we crested the dune, and both Victor and I kicked off our boots and socks and left them by the picket fence.

"I'm a little worried it's too cold to go barefoot," I said. "I know it's almost 60, but it's still November."

"It's warmer than Iceland in July," he said and headed toward the water.

True enough.

Non-Traditional

Spatchcock the turkey? 

Roll the stuffing into balls?

Mash baked potatoes?

Bake pumpkin cheesecake

and apple-cranberry pie-cake? 

But still: be thankful for all we have.

That's Quite Enough Already

"Should we go to that meat market we saw yesterday?" I asked Emily as we out running errands this morning. "They'll probably be lonely on Thanksgiving," I laughed.

When we arrived a tall burly man in a bright red knit cap was standing outside the door with a clipboard. "Do you have a preorder with us?" he asked officiously.

"No," I shrugged. "Is that a problem?"

"It depends what you want," he said.

"We're just here for some steak," I said.

"I am totally sold out of filet," he informed me.

"Filet?" I laughed, for that is not what I had in mind. "How about rib-eyes?"

"We have those," he nodded and peered through the glass door. "That guy in the gray hat will help you."

Inside it seemed like a normal butcher shop. Maybe employees were hustling a little more than usual, but the case was full of beef, lamb, and pork. "What can I get you?" asked the gray-hatted man.

"Strip steak?" Emily suggested. "But what are those?" she pointed to the tray to the right.

"Rib-eye," I answered. "I love rib-eye! Let's get those." 

The steaks were thick, so I asked for two. The counter guy pulled out the tray and slid it in front of me so that I could choose my steaks. I selected a couple with nice marbling, and he tossed them on the scale. "Anything else?" he asked, and I shook my head no. "$96.08," he shouted to the cashier and handed me a white-wrapped package. It was then that I noticed there were no price tags anywhere.

Wide-eyed, I turned to Emily who was holding a small wheel of cheese and a bag of olives in her hand. "Those steaks were a hundred bucks!" I told her.

"I wonder how much this cheese and olives will be," she laughed.

"We're already in for a hundred," I said, "might as well get those, too." 

I placed the cheese and olives on the counter and pulled out my credit card. "That will be $140.47," the cashier said. "will there be anything else?"

Trivialists

When at last my sub plans were complete, my classroom straightened, and desk clear, I had some time to poke around into what we might do in our week away at the beach. It tickled me that the house we had landed on was right across the street from Fisherman's Wharf (Lewes version), the very scene of ten years of the end-of-the-year sixth grade dolphin-watching field trips, and I eagerly explored the local entertainment opportunities. 

Well! I literally gasped when I saw that the restaurant on the dock offered Monday trivia night. Such an event was perfect for our group, and once I broke the news on Saturday afternoon, we set to trivia training. The five of us seemed ideally suited based on our ages and knowledgability, but still we drilled, discussing strategies for both answering and consensus building.

At 6:30, we walked across the street, ready to eat and compete, but there were no tables left in the bar. Undaunted, we accepted their offer of a close-by table in the next room. Treat and I reported dutifully to the trivia master to receive our directions, and once I texted him our team name, Intelligent Instruments, we were dismissed to our table until the contest began at 7 PM.

Our outpost proved to be an advantage, as we freely discussed the answers with no fear of being overheard, and we were tied for the lead after a perfect first round. We were 4 for 4 going into the last question of round two, but too late we realized that the Bennet sisters were from Pride and Prejudice, not Sense and Sensibility. Not to worry, though! In the event of no correct answers, the rules provided a do-over. Treat confidently identified Revolver as the Beatles album with Yellow Submarine and Eleanor Rigby, and we were ahead by 3 at the end of the round.

We aced the final five questions, and went into the final wager round with a lead of five points. Unfamiliar with the local customs, we bet 15 points Jeopardy-style, trying to edge out our nearest competitor should we both get the correct answer, and even though we stumbled on that question, so did every other team, and we were crowned champions and awarded a fifty dollar gift card.

Yes, this really happened.

A Day at the Beach

It was a cold day here at the beach, 31 degrees when we woke up, but the winds that were gusting from the west all day yesterday had subsided, allowing the weak November sun to warm us ever so slightly. We decided to seize the opportunity and all five of us bundled up and, along with the two dogs, piled into the station wagon and headed to Cape Henlopen State Park. 

When we parked at the first lookout tower, the one that visitors are allowed to climb, a young doe and a fawn were feeding on the scrubby grass. They were unconcerned by us, and out of deference to them, we left the dogs in the car for this bit of our adventure, and trooped up the spiral stairs, the clanging of our feet on the metal steps echoing off the the bricks as we climbed. 

When at last we made it to the top of the 75-foot structure, the 360 view was worth the climb. With only the deep blue sky above us, we could see the tops of even the tallest Loblolly pines growing in the sandy soil to our west, and beyond the dunes to the east there was the little light house at the point of Cape Henlopen where the Delaware Bay meets the Atlantic Ocean.

Our next stop was at the beach access at Herring Point, and we walked south along the shore which seemed scrubbed clean. Last year at this time, our first walk on the beach turned up dead sharks and cormorants, tiny sand dollars, a feisty little crab, and a handful of sea glass, but this time there was only a sparse collection of broken shells and pebbles. Even so, sheltered from rising the wind as we were, we walked a couple miles on the beach as the dogs ran and swam. We did come across a couple of live horseshoe crabs, one scuttling slowly toward the sea, and the other somersaulting in the breaking surf, using that spiny tail as first a vaulting pole and then a rudder.

As we turned back towards our car and home, a couple of huge container ships sailed lazily south on the horizon, on their way to who knows where.