Giving and Thanks


I’m having a pretty good four day weekend.  I love Thanksgiving, mostly because breaking bread with people I love is a quintessential joy of mine.  And I don’t usually hold on too hard on how the holidays are going to go down, because whatever happens, it will be good.

I wasn’t supposed to have the kids for Thanksgiving, but I was going over to my brother and his wife’s for Thanksgiving, and they do the traditional dinner.  My ex’s family wasn’t doing anything of the sort, so L. told me I should take them with me for that day.  It’s great that we easily switch the kids.  Our schedules are more like guidelines, because we both need each other to be flexible, and so we are.

So I brought kids and wine and my homemade bread, and hung out with my bro, my sister from another mister, and his wife’s parents.  Great people.  My brother and I called my parents, we ate and watched ‘Elf’, and the girls were good.  And if that hadn’t worked out, I had a couple of friends that were gently inquiring what I was doing, to make sure I wasn’t alone.  I feel so grateful that there are always invitations if I want to get out, I must be doing something right.

Today is one of those perfect days where I’m doing a ton of laundry and doing the dishes and cleaning on my own schedule.  Not going out, just taking care of things, having a pot of tea in the quiet.  Think I’ll work on some of my paintings and *maybe* I’ll do some online Christmas shopping.  Read a book, light some novena candles, curl up with a purring cat–this is life that is so good in its simplicity.  I don’t have to do anything, but I can do whatever I want, I love that.

I did drop the ball with NaBloPoMo, unfortunately.  Guess I’ll have to try again next year.

Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

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