Hope all my U.S. readers had a good Thanksgiving Day and are pleasantly stuffed. I trust that many of my Canadian (and U.S.) readers are gearing up to cross the border for Black Friday shopping or preparing to park themselves in front of the computer for the Amazon shopping binge.
For me, this was the Thanksgiving Day that wasn’t. For more than 30 years, I’ve found myself (or hubby) prepping and roasting a 20-lb turkey with all the trimmings and then doing all the cleaning up after. Last year, it was just hubby and me and our youngest daughter, and I thought I could get away with baked chicken or something. But she insisted on turkey – and so it was.
I eat a turkey sandwich every day for lunch, so turkey is not special to me. It’s pretty much the last thing I care to eat on my day off.
This year, I was particularly looking forward to having 4 paid days off from my extremely stressful new job. I was also looking forward to not having to cook a huge meal inasmuch as all the kids are grown and gone, and hubby and I could have a nice quiet meal by ourselves. Heck, a nice bologna sandwich would be perfectly ok with me.
Come Wednesday, I was hard at work when the boss announced that the office would close at 3:00 pm. Yay!! Of course, a crisis arose immediately thereafter, and I didn’t get out until 4:00 p.m., but that’s still an hour and fifteen minutes earlier than usual – and it was nice being able to drive home in daylight. I’m trying very hard not to obsess about the other work projects that got shoved to the side until Monday. I could go in on Friday, but I’m not that dedicated. And I really, really need the time off.
My Wednesday had already been upset by the fact that I received a call that a family member (who shall remain anonymous for privacy reasons) had suffered a relationship crisis which was going to affect everyone’s holiday. If nothing else, it certainly affected my sleep on Wednesday night due to worry and the need to stomp down my desire to go wring some stupid young necks.
Thanksgiving morning (um, today, by the way), I got up at 5:00 am to take Puppy Cody out and then went back to bed. I slept until 9:30 am, a whole 3-1/2 hours later than usual. I seldom have a complete breakfast, so today it was bacon, eggs, English muffins and juice. Bacon is a special treat, and lord knows I enjoyed every bite of it.
But then I was still worn out from the work week (short as it was), so decided to lie down for a quick nap. Three hours later, I finally dragged myself out of bed, just in time to peel potatoes for dinner.
I had not forgotten the family relationship crisis – I texted the individual involved to see if we could make it three for dinner instead of just hubby and me. Said family member refused, and even refused to allow me to take a plate over after dinner. Sure, I could have forced myself into that person’s house, but decided to let things be for now. Failed relationships are the pits, especially during holidays, and sometimes being alone is better than trying to act upbeat at a social event.
I know everyone’s just dying to learn what my Thanksgiving dinner was. I mean, if it’s not turkey, what else is there, right?
Hubby and I enjoyed a very nice pork roast with onions, mashed potatoes with gravy, and acorn and butternut squash (both baked to perfection). We had forgotten dessert, but there was plenty of chocolate chunk ice cream and whipped cream.
And now, it’s time for the nightly glass (or two) of wine and an early sleep (yes, believe it or not, I’m still exhausted from the work week!).
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
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