Thanksgiving tagged posts
So I am officially thankful.
I am thankful that the dining room got put back together so the living room could get put back together so the kitchen could be put back together so we could do a Thanksgiving gathering.
It wasn’t a LOT of people, 14 in all, but any more would have been too tight, particularly when an actual meal was involved for about half of them, albeit in three shifts.
The food was good – I’m a good cook, and I have put on enough big meals that I know how to do it, how to make things come out at about the right time, etc.
My favorite part, though, was after the meal, or at least after the first shift of the meal. I knew it would be. It was the time when we were all gathered in the living room – a decent-sized room – and that’s always my favorite part.
The wo...Read More
Ok, so I might have drunk a little much wine myself tonight.
It was great fun, though, most of my favorite people around me, we had a lovely day-after-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving, thank you. And the turkey, if I say so myself, was particularly good.
Now all the (counting on my fingers) 14, I think, people have gone home.
The silver has been washed and dried, the wine glasses that don’t go in the dishwasher are done, there are two pots soaking in the sink.
These are times I’m glad I have two fridges.
And now, good folks, I am done for the day. Too much wine, too much fun, I hope you all had as lovely a Thanksgiving weekend as I have thus far.Read More
I spent a good deal of years working in healthcare accounting. I understand cost reports and step-down allocations, volume and intensity based budgeting and reporting, and a lot of other boring things.
I used to think, on cold mornings especially, I wish I didn’t have to go to work, blech, I don’t want to go to work…
My drive to work took me by the Wayside Christian Mission.
Standing outside the doors as I drove off to my job was a line of people, waiting for the Mission to open, waiting to come in out of the cold, waiting for a hot meal, waiting for such small things that I took for granted.
It always made me ashamed that I had complained.
As crazy as my mother was, and as poor as we were, she gave me a clear understanding of how lucky I WAS.
I never went hungry; my mother did.
I knew t...Read More