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My friend KS goes to a warm island for Turkey Day

KS and I have been friends for nearly, well, ever.  We're both only children, and have basically stepped in as chosen sibs for one another. We're sort of the yin yang of friends, our coloring particularly. She's blonde and I'm brunette, she's  effusive and I'm a little more serious, but mostly we balance one another through life. We're sort of like bookends, she and I, representing both ends of the spectrum of life at any given moment.

She manages to be calm when I'm in a tizzy, and I like to think I've done the same for her. It's nice.

This year she and her fam are headed to warm tropical breezes, sunning on the beach, shopping in quaint little stores along the harbor, and generally avoiding the traditional turkey day festivities.

We did decide there is something fundamentally askew with a thought stream that involves ingesting turkey and donning a bikini, though. That's just not typically done, right?

Anyway, she's on to something we'll be contemplating moving forward-a break from the traditional to embrace something new and lovely with family. Daughter asked us to have one last 'regular' Thanksgiving before embarking on adventures, and we've agreed.

But next year, next year I'm thinkin the breezes will be blowing over us as we contemplate the rhythm of the waves, listen to the call of the seabirds and absorb the wonder of it all from a chaise lounge in the sand.

That's all I'm sayin'.

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