After T-day

I’d like to try and become more involved with this site…again. I seem to go in spurts. I know someday I’ll wish I had been writing here more often. Probably my daughter, who’s here also, will someday want this diary to re-read. So, once again, I’ll try.

Thanksgiving was lovely. Small, as opposed to years past, but still we had a good time and due to lack of guests, much more leftovers, mostly to the delight of my son in law. Funny, how it doesn’t matter how many you’re having for dinner, the work to produce it all still takes a lot of time and a lot of work. But worth it. It’s a big help now to have my “sous chef-in-training” working along side of me, especially since he loves knives, has a large collection of all kinds and perfect for chopping things like onions, which I hate to do.

Had a small altercation with a relative. Not much was said and I, for one, will not refer to it again, to the person involved or any other members of the family. She knows. I know. We’ll see how it plays out.

She will be on the cruise to New Zealand and Australia with us in January and quite a few of other family members and, I’m sure, it’ll never be brought up. I’d prefer if she’d own up to her transgression but that doesn’t seem to be the case. We all make dumb mistakes and it really helps when you just admit it and apologize. Had that happened, I’d dismiss the whole thing.

Terry and I met my daughter at Cost Plus World Market today. She and her husband want a living room chair for Christmas. Couldn’t find what she wanted, Max was unhappy with all the people, the loud music and all kinds of stimulations, so she took him back to his dad. He’s in a phase of not liking new things and prefers his mom most of the time, much to the dismay of me, Terry and his dad. But it’ll change.

Next we went to my favorite furniture store, where I have purchased most of our new furniture. They specialize in modern, Danish, Scandinavian furniture that is perfect for this mid-century house.
My daughter,Daylight, seems to have begun to really like this style after she’s seen how our house looks now.
But we didn’t find “the one” yet so walked a little way to a tiny Mexican food place, where the food is authentic and wonderful, even sitting outside on hard benches.

Came home, did oodles of laundry, roasted some pumpkin seeds for Terry, and worked on Christmas gifts of afghans. We love pumpkin seeds and I found a place online that sells them raw. T likes roasted and I like boiled and salted. Pretty much depends on what you grew up with, I’m thinking. But they’re good and, as a bonus, healthy for us. The first time I made some from this place, I had hidden them from my daughter, because I knew she’d eat them all up and darn, if she didn’t find them but only ate about half.
I’m left just smiling, watching this new mom/baby of mine, at my compurter, eating my food and happy with her life.

Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday. I still like it but it’ll always be tainted with the loss of my son, David, who died 6 years ago a few days after Thanksgiving. I don’t know the exact date, nor do I need to know the exact date.
This year was a little disappointing. Until now, I’d always get something that I felt was from him, somehow communicating to me. Some unexpected but undeniably particular to him. It always happened when I was alone. It’s entirely possible that I imagined it all because I wanted it so much or maybe they really did happen for the reason I believe. But not this year. And I wonder why. And I’m left disappointed.

I’ll end this with a picture of the most fabulous grandchild.