This year Thanksgiving brought nice weather once again: sunny and mild. So we decided to sit out on our dock as the bird was cooking in the oven. The lake level is at an all-time low, 22 feet below full pond at 638. Once the level drops 18 more feet, the cities of Clemson and Anderson will be unable to draw water. Sounds pretty ominous. Anyway, the view from our dock is now of the beaver pond. Not enough to canoe on, but pleasant to look at. Later on we enjoyed our turkey dinner, with all the fixins. The Aggies lost 49-9 in the annual game against tu, meanwhile we watched our favorite British Christmas movies: Love Actually and About a Boy. Today, it's turkey sandwiches and then I'm not sure what we'll do later. I'm couch-computing, writing up a couple more grant proposals (what else is new!), mainly piecing together bits from older rejected attempts. Gotta keep plugging away...but I can only muster a couple of hours of this while sneaking peeks outside—when it's sunny out and no wind, it's time to take the cats out for a walk. I'd like to go over the beaver dam to the spit of land between the beaver pond and the tree channel. There are some tall grasses there that the cats like to hop over.
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