Being married to a chestnut roaster who’s been making people happy for many years now means we don’t have a big get-together with friends and family on Thanksgiving Day (since he’s working!). Not having children or family that live close by is the other reason why there is no big gathering.
With everyone else being occupied with Thanksgiving, I feel like I am playing hooky from life. I secretly love that feeling, and am grateful that it’s possible.
It’s been a busy week, with just about every type of bad weather you can think of — constant heavy rain, extremely high winds, bone-chlling cold, and today, thankfully, weather that they have in heaven every single day — the bluest skies with lots of sun and no wind with mild temperatures. We did wake up to snow, but having the sun shine made it all right with me!
While driving home everything felt so mellow. The streets were almost empty, and there was a feeling of peace and calm.
When I got home I took our dog “Bello” for a long walk, and met an older couple who are familiar in the way people are when you say hello while passing them a dozen times or so in the last 10 years. For some reason I laughed out loud when I saw them. They stopped and asked me how I was, and I said, “Good”. They told me it’s the first time there has ever been snow on Thanksgiving since they could remember. I asked them how they were, and they said, “Good. I mean, we’re still walking!”. Which made me smile, because it’s so true.
I got back home, fed the chickens and the rabbits, and then started cooking dinner for us. When he got home, we sat down to eat and we both said we thought it was the best meal we ever had.
I don’t know what is happening, but I am feeling so grateful these days. I think I even realize how special it is to be alive. I must be getting older. The next thing you know is that I will start to act wise. I will let you know when that happens!
“Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk.”