Tuesday, November 25, 2025
Time: 6:33 PM
Song: Call Me the Breeze
Artist: J.J. Cale
Mode of Consumption: Listening to the radio in the garage while grilling burgers
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/5AQpbyFoQmkOVwmlhKN4ii?si=a529dd3f770c453f
For the duration of our 17-year marriage, we have received a quarter beef every fall from my father. I picked up this year’s before coming home, realizing it would be the last quarter beef raised by my father that I would ever get.
The cost of cattle and the fact that’s he’s reached the tender age of 82 has led my Dad to decide to not get any calves next spring.
Anyways, I was a little later getting home, and then had to unload the beef from our Jeep, haul it to the basement, and load it into our freezer.
After that, I changed out of my office clothes and then was jettisoned to the garage to grill some hamburger patties (these are still from last year’s beef).
It’s November in Illinois, so it’s dark by 5 PM, and tonight it’s beginning to rain as the burgers sizzle on the grates.
I have the big garage door open with the grill positioned on the edge of the garage’s cement floor. I can see the wind sock on a pole next to our barn flapping in a breeze from the west.
The radio does a trivia question, the answer is the movie “Airplane.” The radio man gives the weather – we could get 35 mile-per-hour winds tonight with temps falling into the 30s. That’s where the temperature is going to stay the next few days before the chance of a big snow storm over the weekend.
I slide the burgers onto a plate and take them to the house. A few minutes later, a gust of wind rattles the windows.
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