I made the stuffing and Mr. Moon went out to the garage to collect the turkey from the refrigerator out there and I stuffed the bird and slid it into the oven. I tidied up the kitchen and pulled the traditional antique fine-plastic turkey platter out of the cabinet almost creating a cascade of glassware but I somehow managed to stem the fall and thus, I feel successful and lucky this morning.
It's sunny and warm, a beautiful day, and in a few hours we'll all be meeting at Lily and Jason's. I need to make a list of all the things I'm taking or I'll forget something. And it really wouldn't matter if I did. There is going to be so much food. It always overwhelms me.
And now I'm not sure what I should be doing. I could sweep porches or even rake leaves for the garden but I don't feel like doing either. Maybe I'll just lay down and read, rest and be comfortable, feeling more than a little guilty because I'm not over at Lily's helping get ready.
Later on I'll whip the cream and make the gravy and it will be time to go.
Because almost every day of the year I mention here some of the things I am grateful for, thankful for, I don't really feel the need to list them all again just because today is the official day.
You know what they are.
In whatever form that takes.
Be well, y'all. Happy Thanksgiving. Wear your stretchy pants. Be as kind as you can be, be patient with everyone including yourself. Kiss the babies. Kiss the cook. Save all the vegetables no one eats off the veggie tray to put into turkey soup. Remember that truly, it's more about the love than the food and tell all the old stories and make sure the children hear you tell them. Remember those who are no longer with us, celebrate those who are with us for the first time.
Have a little tot of rum, dance in memory, at least a shuffling skip-hop or two, don't be afraid to cry and laugh at the same time if the need arises.
That's my advice.
Oh. And don't leave the garbage on the porch overnight.
Excellent advice! I'm grateful for you too, the words and sharing that have brought me so much comfort. Thank you dear Mary.ReplyDelete
That's the best advice there is. 💜💜💜ReplyDelete
As I wait for the onslaught of noise and confusion that arrives with the very first carload, I'm enjoying the quiet of sitting here and reading your thoughts.ReplyDelete
May your turkey be tender and your relatives reasonable.
Happy Thanksgiving and may there be much Merry Chaos to Enjoy! Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The BohemianReplyDelete
A Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.ReplyDelete
Happy Thanksgiving Mary!ReplyDelete
Oh you made me cry about the ones who aren't here anymore, thank you though.ReplyDelete
Hubby and I had a wonderful meal at the clubhouse of the park we're in. Our first Thanksgiving not surrounded by family, but our niece came down from McDill AFB and everyone in the park treat us like family. It was while I was eating the dressing that had no oysters, or celery, and very little sage that I started getting a little weepy. I had to excuse myself to have a minor meltdown in the bathroom. That dressing reminded me that my Mama made the best dressing EVER. It's been seven years since she passed, but sometimes I just get overwhelmed. All in all, though, we had a good day....and I didn't have to do dishes!ReplyDelete
Honey-It all worked out. We stood in a circle before the food was on the plates and we said thanks. Thanks for each other, for love, for the abundance we were about to enjoy. And in the next four years, we would be there for one another. We would support and care for ourselves and others who need our help. Tomorrow I stand with the Buddhists in support of Black Lives Matter downtown on Black Friday (a dumb day if there ever was one).ReplyDelete