I’m sitting at home, wearing one of my husband’s sweaters with all of the lights turned on in the house. I’ve heated some frozen vegetable gyozas for a snack and taken a break from writing to, well, write something else. There are many things to be thankful for, but my husband is far away and being in a group of other people would only remind me more of that, so I’ve elected to ignore the holiday.
So, I’m thankful that he left one of his sweaters at home. I’m thankful that we can talk to each other even though he’s still in Iceland (and thank you Skype for making that free). And I’m thankful that I have time to write a couple of chapters while everyone else is eating turkey.
Sorry that you’re missing your husband. Hope your writing is going well.
The writing is going smoother than I had imagined, in that the first draft of this novel is going to be fairly clean.
Don’t think you’re getting off that easy missy! a platter of leftovers (the best part of the holiday, really), is headed your way from the Celsi family. We missed you and Rob both, but you were well represented by the bottle of Frameworks pinot that graced our holiday table. Glad you are getting so much writing done.
Happy…Random Thursday in November!
OOOOOOHHHHH00000hhhhhoooooo. It’s sad to read about your sitting out the holiday alone. All day I imagined you would be celebrating with your friends -e- et al.
It’s easy to appreciate that the absence of someone dear becomes more painful and accute in a happy family gathering. The empty space,a sorrow.
Big Hugs, darling girl,
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Oh dear. I won’t be home until fairly late tomorrow evening, and then I’m getting on a plane to Chattanooga early on Saturday. Perhaps the leftovers would be better at your house than languishing in my refrigerator for a week?
Don’t worry, I’m sure there will be leftovers in Chattanooga.
By the way, I guess I should explain that the frozen gyozas were the snack food I most missed while in Iceland.
Sorry you’re alone this time of year. The last time I wasn’t with my family for Thanksgiving was when I was deployed with the US Navy. It can be tough, but hopefully when you’re back together you’ll appreciate it more.
Doesn’t sound bad. I ignored Thanksgiving; I finished a story, made tuna and pasta for dinner with my girlfriend, and watched Robot Chicken.
When a friend called later, she asked if I was having a good Thanksgiving. I said I was–that it was my favorite holiday. She said, “Really?” I said, “No. It’s Thanksgiving. That should be funny on its face. I’ve been planning that joke all day.” She said, “Well, some people like to see their family. Maybe if you said like Presidents’ Day was your favorite or something.”
I don’t think I’m that far off, though.
For years we took our cooked turkey and celebrated the day at the beach – with plastic wine glasses and all the fancy trimmings, plus sand in the salad sometimes. That grand old tradition has fallen off recently. Too bad.
I am sorry you and Rob had to be apart for the holiday. I am very glad, however, to read that you have found some lovely things to do with your day. It sounds like a fine day, indeed.
It was a lovely and very relaxing day.