It’s actually late the night before Thanksgiving. You’d think I would have figured it out earlier since I’ve spent the day baking pies and making Bill’s favorite cranberry and orange relish. It’s also Wednesday, which isn’t at all surprising since Thanksgiving is always on a Thursday.
But here’s what I just this minute figure out. I didn’t write the blog this week—at least no so far.
So I’m doing that now.
Back in the old days—before Bill’s health situation intervened—Thanksgiving was the only real meal I cooked. The idea that I could cook anything edible would come as big a surprise to the girls who shared my kitchen in Home Ec class at Bisbee High School in 1958. (Yes, that was back in the even older days when Home Ec was still a thing!) I managed to scrape through that class with a B, but I suspect that the girls I was cooking with still remember our disastrous chocolate pie. I don’t remember exactly how much salt I put into the mix, but it was way more. Than the recipe called for. As for the pie? We had to eat it!
But after two years of no Thanksgiving I’ve really been looking forward to this year’s edition. I thought we were going to have two celebratory dinners, one last week and another tomorrow, but one of the two WSU granddaughters came down with Covid. She’s better now, thank goodness, but our number for tomorrow has been pared down to six guests only. It’s still going to be the full meal deal.
And as a result, I’ve been so looking forward to that time for writing the blog almost got away from me. As a bonus, I’m going to pass along something that has raised my spirits all week long. I’ve been singing an old Glen Campbell song while I’ve been driving the car or getting my steps. I’m not going to quote the song here because I don’t want to violate any copyright laws, but the title of the song is Less of Me.
For some of you, the ones susceptible to ear worm, my just mentioning the title will automatically set the words running in your heads in endless loops. The rest of you may need to look them up, but go ahead and do so Trust me, it’s good advice.
My Thanksgiving wish for all of you is that you enjoy the people who share your day tomorrow and treasure the loved ones who are far away. Because it’s time for all of us to Savor the Season. It’s been a long time coming.
And just for the record, I’m incredibly thankful for all the readers who have made it possible for me to live my dream for the past forty years. Not many people get to do that.