AN UNSERIOUS SERIOUS EVE
Thanksgiving Eve. The night before Thanksgiving. Dinner preparations are done.
I just want to be unserious for a while. Because these November dates are getting too serious for me, and I’m falling into one of my funks. Nov.3, Nov. 11, Nov. 19, another Nov. 19, Nov. 22, Nov.26 . . . Hubbie’s death. Then Advent begins in just a few days. Purple. Penance. Too many births and deaths. And I’ve forgotten the exact birthday of my friend’s little girl, way across the country, but it’s in November and I miss sending her a birthday card.
There’s no reason for me to be in a funk. There’s nothing “wrong.”
So here’s a trivial nice thing floating in my mind somewhere; it’s not able to anchor down, not enough to make life’s serious things go away, but . . . it’s there in my mind.
I came home one day and found a box on my doorstep. Now what did I order?
Dinner? No, I didn’t. Unless my fingers slipped on the keyboard . . . It could be my next-door neighbors . . . .
I took it into the house and put it on my kitchen counter.
A gift and a thank-you card — from the guys who gave me a new driveway!!!!
I wrote about these guys… I told you they were a wonderful crew!!
If you’re local — the company name is Hayhoe!
I love popcorn! I could have popcorn for dinner! I’ve had popcorn for dinner!!!
But not for Thanksgiving dinner!!
I can tell you the Pumpkin Spiced Caramel is delicious! Haven’t. . . uh . . . tried the others.
I told you – my dinner preparations are already made.