Random musical clash

I'm cleaning the kitchen, trying to clear enough working space to cook, and I have iTunes playing random selections in the background. James drags himself up around 10am and begins making breakfast. In the background, "Dancing Queen" by Abba, a song with strong linked memories for me from high school... James winces visibly. "I knew you had marginal tastes, but *this*?", he says. I simply grin. "It's a rite of passage," I said. "When you're sixteen, your parents definitionally must play terminally-uncool music -- when I was sixteen, it was big-band music and Elvis."

Another way I know it is Thanksgiving...

Besides being thankful for my family, friends, sweeties, health, material abundances, and a fun job... in the back yard, we have the first fully-ripe tangerine of the season. :)