"The Shit Hath Hitteth The Fan...eth"

     Thanksgiving.  Yes, I am going to write about it. Sort of.  I had to rake the leaves the day before Thanksgiving and pick up the canine feces, but it was really windy… and I kept finding more piles of excrement that originated from my dog.  I raked about one third of the yard before I called it quits, filling the yard recycling bin about half way.  The next day, Thanksgiving, I had to finish the raking of leaves.  The windier it got, the worse it rained, the worse I could see things.  It was not light outside and there are about… let me count… twelve trees in my back yard.  Twelve.  I tried putting leaves in the recycling bin and I got dog shit on my hands and all up the side of my leg somehow.  The shit hath hitteth not the fan, but the wind.