Friday, November 30th, 2007, 11:53 am
2 days ago was my husband’s birthday. The dunce I am, I forgot to wish him a happy birthday. I hadn’t completely forgotten the day—I had ordered a gift that was supposed to arrive on his birthday but hasn’t arrived yet. (I will be yelling at that company sometime today since I paid for expedited shipping.)
I could make 100s of excuses. I’ve been very busy at work since my boss is out on maternity leave and our assistant really can only give us 2 hours of her time a day. The studio has been increasing what we do during the October-December months, putting more demands on my time and thoughts. A friend’s mother died. Thanksgiving was early this year, throwing my internal calendar off-whack. (Usually his birthday is the same week as T-day.)
But there really isn’t a good excuse for forgetting your spouse’s birthday. So, I apologized, made no excuses, and I will probably have to be very extra nice to him this weekend. I’ll probably even exempt him from the dance on Sunday night that he really doesn’t want to attend.
What a complete dunce!
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Wednesday, November 21st, 2007, 10:15 am
I’m posting this a day early because frankly I will be too busy with all for which I have to give thanks tomorrow.
This year I’m thankful my sister has been 3 years cancer free!!!
I’m thankful for friends who love me like family, who open their homes to me for holidays, who provide a shoulder to cry on and who provide an ear to vent to.
I’m thankful for my husband who keeps me sane, makes me laugh, and indulges my creative bent. And who doesn’t complain (too much anyway) about me not getting much housework done.
I’m thankful my parents are alive and healthy (even though we drive each other crazy.)
I’m thankful my mother-in-law is such a great lady! I love having her as part of my family.
I’m thankful for still having a dance career—despite injuries, despite occasional frustration. I’m especially thankful that when I thought I’d never have a career performing in any field someone gave me a chance 17 years ago.
I’m thankful both my husband and I have jobs we don’t hate, which pay well, and have great bosses.
I’m thankful I don’t have a long commute to work. REALLY thankful!!!!
All in all, I’m thankful to be here. Here’s looking to a wonderful day!
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Thursday, November 15th, 2007, 10:52 am
Thanksgiving is probably my favorite holiday. There are no special sales, no costumes to wear, no special decorations put up way too many months in advance. Just family and/or friends gathering together to celebrate the bounty of the harvest. What could be a better holiday?
When I was a little kid in NJ, my father’s mother would have the family over. There would be the 4 of us, my uncle (and later his wife and child), and my aunt. The things I remember most about the Thanksgivings there was that there was always cauliflower with cheese sauce, canned cranberry sauce/jelled stuff, and a pickle tray that included pimento-stuffed green olives (which I hate to this day.) She always lived in an apartment, so I don’t recall ever noticing the outdoors on that day.
When we moved to Georgia, we switched grandmothers for the holiday. Then my mother’s mother would cook the meal, and even more people were at the table. My Polish great-grands were there with Nanny in her wheelchair (not from age, but from Muscular Dystrophy), the 4 of us, my mother’s 6 brothers and sisters and often the assundry SO’s attached at the time, usually my mother’s cousin and his wife. It was a HUGE dinner and all of us would dine at the table, with a kids’ table to the side because there wasn’t enough room for us all. I remember her sweet-potato pie being a thing of wonder. Squash casserole was almost always on the menu.
Now the family holidays involve caravanning to my surviving grandmother’s place and eating a buffet style meal with fewer options. It’s ok, but it doesn’t feel as nice as those old meals crowded about the table. For many years a friend from college would host an orphan Thanksgiving for all us without local family. When she stopped the tradition, my husband and I tried cooking the meal for ourselves, but for me it’s just not Thanksgiving when there’s only two people at the table. It just feels like another Sunday watching football.
Which is why I’m so happy that a friend has us over for Thanksgiving every year. She’s a marvelous cook and loves to cook for a crowd of hungry people. This year she’s even taking in my dance partner who is usually an orphan for the holiday. Her turkey is the ONLY turkey I’ve ever had that wasn’t too dry.
So next Thursday I’ll get up and watch the Macy’s T-day parade while eating a light breakfast and drinking my morning cup in preparation for the marvelous meal that awaits. There is nothing better than this.
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Friday, November 9th, 2007, 11:02 am
I said my final farewells to the iron chipmunk last night. I won't be able to attend the official military funeral at Arlington because I'll be out of town that day.
Funerals are such a strange thing. I never know exactly what I should do at them. I mean, I know how to act at religious services and all, but often feel a little out of sorts at the wake aftewards or at viewings.
I have to admit I particularly HATE open casket viewings. I recognize for some this is the way to close the book, to say a final farewell, but for me to stand in the same room as the empty shell can make me quite uncomfortable. I go because I know that what is important is being there for friends and family, but I sincerely hope that no one feels the need to stare at my carcass once I'm gone. I guess it helps that I don't have children...
I never thought I'd ever say this, but maybe the Klingons had it right about death.
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