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I had a great Thanksgiving. I landed Fort Collins just after the snow stopped on Wednesday, brother-in-law picked me up and dropped me off at a tire store where I retrieved Dad's truck with some brand new studded snow tires. A treat compared with chaining and de-chaining every time you go to town. At some point I want to buy a video camera, and when I do I'll take you on the 20 minute drive up the mountain. It's iffy without 4WD when the road is dry. Last year on more than one occasion Dad had to snowshoe in the last 1/2 mile and spend a couple hours plowing a path with the tractor. But we only got about a foot of snow this time, so I drove right on in & was thoroughly impressed with the new tires. The last mile there were no tracks (aside from some critter) and it seemed kind of a shame to ruin a perfect scene. Thanksgiving day Dad & I burned a bunch of piles of dead wood and brush that he made over the summer. There's supposed to be at least 3 inches of snow on the ground to burn, and they'll mostly be in Nevada this winter, so we wanted to take advantage. I was a little worried about singeing (sp? - "singing" doesn't work) off my beard so I packed snow on my face when tending the fires and it made it through fine.
Pheobe my 15 month old niece is walking all over, saying a bunch of words, even gave "Erik" a try with a little prodding, sounded like Eaaaahhhh. I'm teaching her to pick her nose when I say "check the oil." Dinner was great, Mom went all out as usual. Last night we watched Breakfast at Tiffany's, it's comforting to know that as far back as 64 other guys have been powerless against neurotic hipster girls. It's been far too long since I've thrown caution to the wind and embraced a life of daily drama and ultimately rejection. Despite the "happy ending" we all know what Holly had in store for the poor guy, so good luck Frank. Or Paul if she's calling you by your actual name yet. It's a great flick, I had no idea that both Holly Golightly and Jets To Brazil took their names from it.