My Holiday Blues Aren’t Working!
Each year I seem to dread the Christmas holidays more and more. It starts on Thanksgiving and today I am all prepared to hunker down with moody blues, and go into a hibernating mode until New Year Eve. Today’s the day to start, and I did write a moody philosophical piece called "Slowing Down in the Fast Lane". I wrote it before I checked my Gather mail so I wouldn’t forget all the pithy ideas I had.
After reading the fast response in cheerful comments on my article posted only minutes before, followed by reading Greg Schiller’s fractured fairy tale about Red Riding Hood, I was already chuckling when I looked out the window to see what my dog, Smoky Joe was up to. I had to laugh out loud to see him out in the middle of the cleared area between our compound and the horse campers here for the Thanksgiving weekend. There he was with his big black furry body lying on his back, his four feet straight up in the air, and his long pink tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. What a joker! How can I be blue with all these blessings! I’m going to get busy and fix a holiday dinner.


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Marianne - I'd rather have had spaghetti with you. I love spaghetti!
The only thing I had bought special for Thanksgiving was two pumpkin pies and a container of whipped cream to put on it. In my cache of spare groceries I found some frozen chicken thighs, a box of Stove Top stuffing, a can of yams, another of cranberry sauce, and frozen peas for a vegetable. My daughter donated a jar of turkey gravey. Actually, I found some little packets of turkey white meat from last year, but it looked a little less than appetizing and I gave it to my cats and dogs. I fried the chicken thighs, made gravey from what stuck to the pan and then added the jar of turkey gravey to it so there would be plenty, added onion and celery to the Stove Top stuffing, heated up the yams, cooked the peas and presto! about three hours later using one burner on a malfunctioning electric hot plate, we had Thanksgiving dinner at about 4 p.m. I served it up on old fashioned Blue Willow pattern plates, added a big dollop of granberry sauce, and took one plate to my daughter who was trying to work at her job as a medical transcriptionis even though she is sick with a new cold. Then I had to face all those dirty pots and pans! I just faced them. I didn't do them. They are still over there givining me guilty vibes as I write. I think I had dirtied at least two dishes or pans for each item on the menu! They are all glaring at me from where they sit soaking in soapy water as they wait to be cleaned up and returned to their places in the cupboard. I'd better stop putting it off and get busy.
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Coyotes Remember
Keep on going on ;-o