November 23, 2022 – While it seems super unlikely, tomorrow is Thanksgiving (seriously, where did the year go), and I do like this holiday.

I hope everyone has a really great time with their family, friends, and horse. That last one is for me. After a visit with my horse, I am going to a restaurant with my work friend and her adult son. The restaurant has a three-course menu planned, from about three or four choices, one of which includes the traditional turkey, dressing, potatoes and green beans — fancy restaurant interpreted. I’ve already picked out my dinner. Sushi to start; those who know me know if that’s a choice, I’ll order it. Then sea bass with some kind of shrimp curry sauce for the entree. The desert is fixed. It going to be pumpkin flan with salt accent. They have 2 once glasses of wine for the courses, and port for desert. Perhaps I’ll have a sip of them. Perhaps. It’s times in these discussions of food that I miss Rev. He did so love to talk food. I suppose these sentences are my in memoriam.

For those of use still rockin’ and rollin’, whatever the day brings you all, I hope it’s wonderful!

Remember, it’s the eve of shopping day. I was already at Home Depot. Today, I bought some paint. I hope to paint the left-over spots of the outside of my house that need paint. I’m not sure when, but a bit of prep and painting every morning over the long weekend.

When I was at Home Depot, I passed a man who was the spitting image of Santa Claus — white hair, white beard, round face. Not fat, just those elements. He worked there; Home Depot uniform and all. I told him he looked like Santa Claus. He loved it. He quickly did a “shhhh” putting his index finger to his mouth. I asked if I could give him my list. I said there’s a lot I want. He told me to come back on Black Friday, but I already have my paint, so … no. And the thing on my list isn’t at Home Depot. It’s just … somewhere.

I want…

and this the only thing on my list because I have a horse and no girl with a horse wants anything ever again …

I want…

my sister to go uphill. It seems every time I find out something, she has lost some other physical ability. I want her to have the use of her arms back. I want her to be able to feed herself the same dinner I’m getting. Not that she’s near me to get it, but I want her to enjoy food, herself. If the Santa Claus at Home Depot could only have that — my sister going uphill — on sale on Black Friday, I’d buy them out. But until I figure out how to get that one thing on my list, I suppose I’ll do what I can. And that’s give thanks.

And am thankful. For everything! And everyone!

So here’s my Thanksgiving song. It keeps going back on and off the current chart because of its airplay in Stranger Things. So a song with two lives, one in the 80s, and this one this Fall, that fits. And it’s about running up a hill. Oh, and a deal with God, way more able than even Santa Claus. Yes, that fits.

Again, Happy Thanksgiving!

(Cover photo is from the restaurant’s website, salmon, but that should be close to how my dinner will look.)