For much of my life, I have avoided Black Friday shopping. In fact, I avoid most shopping, opting only to go to the mall under extreme distress, or when the pants don’t fit anymore. For almost all of my 50 some odd years, the Friday after Thanksgiving was for putting the house back together, hiking, and eating, maybe catching a movie, but never, ever the promised discounts for early bird shoppers.
There are people in my house, making noise, and in every nook and cranny there are so many shoes, on the couches sleeping kids, cousins, and friends How I missed these shoes and their respective bodies. Here is Thanksgiving in pictures, for which I am very grateful. *NaBloPoMo National Blog Posting Month. Thanksgiving Day.
My job here might be done. Not the pie baking, but kid making. Actually, the kid making is long done, so I guess I mean kid growing, because the youngest gave me the best Thanksgiving ultimatum ever, so I may now claim, my job here is done. Here’s how the pie making went down: Every Thanksgiving Eve, Boy is the pie-maker, taking over from his grandma when she stopped making the over the river and
It started as a way to get out and get muddy, before sitting down with the grown-ups for Thanksgiving. A couple of families met at the town green usually populated with more geese than people, and a battle for the flag began. That was maybe 10-15 years ago, but we didn’t keep track, so not quite sure. How we do keep track is with how big the kids are getting
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday since inheriting hosting from my parents years ago, before I knew I was gonna be it forever and would need a Thanksgiving grocery list in order to survive. Thanksgiving at our house is amazing. We host an all day celebration, starting with a local Newtown Turkey Trot 5k, then our famous family Capture-the-Flag game (more about that tomorrow), then back home for the Macy’s Parade and
I’m going to the Women’s March on Washington, but I not to protest this election. I am not fighting to have the electoral college overturned. Surprised? I am not conflicted over the fact that HRC won the popular vote and lost the electoral college. I will not petition or rally or protest this fact. Trump won and is president-elect. My biggest fear was this exact thing would happen, except in reverse.
What brings you great comfort? A glass of wine by a roaring fire? A nestling puppy on your lap and a book in your hand? A warm bed on a cold morning? Comfort food to warm your soul and fill your belly? Sunrises? Sunsets? Just the beach? At a recent writing workshop, the prompt was: What brings you comfort? And this is my answer: * You won’t believe what I
Blogging, which defined by the kathryn mayer dictionary as writing unpaid on-line, leads to many technical challenges not found when writing in a pleather-bound diary with a heart shaped lock, hidden deep under your mattress. I’ve been trying to add a video to a post for so long, my laptop risks being thrown against a wall. Plus, my MacBook is feeling its age, before the physical abuse, and moves slower