If you're listening to this song

What I planned to write about was getting our Christmas trees yesterday, and also successfully cutting one down for bunnyhugger's parents. But something changed about 5 am.

Something like 4:45 am there was a terrible crash that, of course, I slept through. bunnyhugger did not. She woke, of course, and stared around the room trying to figure what it was. Trying to figure if something hit the house, or at least the side of the house. Triyng to figure if something were inside our room, or at least our house. And nothing was to be found.

And about ten minutes later another crash, one loud enough to wake me up, howling. I thought in the light I saw something smash into the bedroom door. But we spent a lot of time searching for a suspected bat or other animal. Listening. Smelling, although all we could smell was Fraser fir and stuff we mean to clean up sometime. And inspecting the house to figure whether there were anything out of place. bunnyhugger even looked outside, to see if the AirBnB renters next door smashed into our place.

All we could find was that a keyboard, and a tray for holding a laptop computer up, had fallen off a storage bin. We'd left them there because they needed to be somewhere. They must have fallen down while we were asleep. I'd have stepped on them, on my way to bed, if they weren't. It's plausible that their falling would have woken us. But we can't figure why they would have fallen then. Knocking them over when I go to bed, sure. But this was hours later. Maybe I dragged the cord enough that they were precariously balanced and they would fall in time. But then why fall, separately, ten minutes apart? Did I see an actual thing hitting the bedroom door or was it my dreaming mind intruding on the waking?

I spent a long time laying down, watching the ceiling, looking for signs of anything; I couldn't believe that it wasn't a bat. But eventually did fall asleep, even if I didn't get rested, even by the sorry standard of my recent sleeping. bunnyhugger spent longer sitting up, waiting and watching. Even went downstairs for a while, I assume to let her classes know she'd be teaching remotely today rather than risk driving in exhausted.

And still we don't know just what happened.

(bunnyhugger's mother suggests that, given the high winds we've been having, something hit the outside of the house. That makes good sense. But then what about the fallen keyboard and laptop tray? And did I see something real hit the bedroom door?)

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I didn't take nearly enough pictures of Thanksgiving, but here, let's share some of the ones I did.

The fire! bunnyhugger's father was able to get this nice little one going with some firestarters and basic logs.

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The centerpiece of dinner, a couple of Quorn roasts with baked potatoes and cranberry glaze. Wonderful stuff. We should make it for more than just Thanksgiving.

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bunnyhugger's parents got out a set of china I don't remember eating from before. They said it was something like ninety years old, too.

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Trivia: After the March 1901 fire that destroyed Olds's factory Ransom Olds assured his staff the temporary factory would be turning out ten automobiles a day by the middle of April. (It's not clear when they did reach that point.) Source: R E Olds: Auto Industry Pioneer, George S May.

Currently Reading: The Last Million: Europe's Displaced Persons from World War to Cold War, David Nasaw.

PS: How November 2021 Treated My Mathematics Blog, which was roughly like last night treated me.