We closed the clinic for Thanksgiving afternoon. It was lovely. I came back and scrubbed my room. I was tired of walking in and thinking,"God this place stinks." So I swept and swabbed and dusted and washed down the walls. Loved every minute of it. Call it Fall cleaning. My room no longer stinks. There is the residual poo pond smell that wafts in, but all in all and improvement. Exhausted from my cleaning binge, I collapsed for a lovely afternoon nap. Hadn't even had turkey yet. Woke up, hit the shower, changed my clothes and then we headed for the clinic, our meeting place for heading to dinner. We decided to go to the other side of the base. Less people there. We knew that there was going to be a line waiting for us, but that's what we do, stand in line. So 18 strong, we piled into every vehicle we owned and headed out. Looks like we got us a convoy. We arrived at the "flight line" Difac and got in line. Not really a long wait, and turkey awaited. I couldn't be happier. Everything but stuffing. Instead they had orange/almond rice. We all sat together, one big happy, dysfunctional family. It was all very nice. There were tons of letters from school kids that all started, "Dear soldier." I read them out loud, they were all cute and we laughed at some of the kid's descriptions of themselves. One liked to sleep. A man after my own heart. One had a lazy dog. Sorry that we're not soldiers kids, but we loved your letters.
Then we went to the clinic and played poker for candy. Taught Karki how to play draw poker. We tried to play Texas Hold 'em by trying to remember how it went on TV. It was described by one of the players described as"that one on TV where you show all of your cards." Yes, we are real card sharks. Karki kicked my ass and had all of my candy. Beginner's luck my ass...
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