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Happy Thanksgiving everyone...belatedly, I know....
My day went well. Dad stuffed the turkey and put it in the oven in the dark...before any of the rest of us even THOUGHT of getting up. I appreciate this so much, as I realize he loves to DO it...and when he can't do it any longer, it will be me that has to do it. I don't like to get up that early on non-work days. But for now, he enjoys it and that makes BOTH of us happy.
I slept in until 8AM and then made Kobii's breakfast. She has apparently gone off Scotti'sSardineTunaSurprise and is now eating ChunkeyHamandChicken. I am grateful, as this current thing she will eat doesn't make me want to hurt. She isn't eating as well as she was before, but then after all....when she finally STARTED eating, she was essentially starving. So I am not getting freaked out about it. She IS eating. She IS drinking. She is allowing me to give her meds in liquid form. I am cautiously optimistic that I am not going to lose her.
Then I went over to dad's house and schmoozed with my sister. She lives 80 miles away and I love her dearly. I also feel like kicking her shins sometimes, but hey...don't we ALL feel that way about our siblings? The thing that ticks me off, though, is that she thinks she "KNOWS WHAT IS WHAT" when it comes to dad. And really, come ON now. She doesn't LIVE here, she isn't the one who deals with his life day-to-day....she knows NOTHING! BUT...she is eleven years older than I am, and she KNOWS BETTER THAN I DO....Anyway, we talked and caught up for a bit and then got everything organized for dinner.
In the past two years, I finally got dad to do his thing with the turkey and then retire to the living room to visit with our five thousand relatives until it is time to make the gravy. (Dad feels that the turkey and the turkey gravy are HIS exclusive department. S'okay with me, he makes GOOD turkey and gravy...and it reminds him that he is essential to us. Not like he wouldn't be essential if he WASN'T the one who did the turkey and gravy, but the thing is...that generation needs to SHOW their love. They need to DO stuff to feel needed. They can't accept that we NEED THEM....just because we LOVE THEM.)
Anyway, dad came into the kitchen and I had already gotten everything else ready and he made the gravy and then....
We had a very wonderful dinner. Full of love and good food and good conversation and more love.
I LOVE my family!
Tonya, Dave and I were going to go to dinner and then to see the band "It's a Beautiful Day" on Saturday. We had invited JohnnyLA, too. Unfortunately, I goofed up on the date. The band was here LAST Saturday. I am so sad...I WANTED to see that band. But, I goofed and besides we are ALL broke. So, there is that. Maybe it was meant to BE...for us to not spend money we couldn't afford. Who knows.
We'll have an evening out soon...after we all get a bit more solvent.
HAPPY BELATED THANKSGIVING!
My day went well. Dad stuffed the turkey and put it in the oven in the dark...before any of the rest of us even THOUGHT of getting up. I appreciate this so much, as I realize he loves to DO it...and when he can't do it any longer, it will be me that has to do it. I don't like to get up that early on non-work days. But for now, he enjoys it and that makes BOTH of us happy.
I slept in until 8AM and then made Kobii's breakfast. She has apparently gone off Scotti'sSardineTunaSurprise and is now eating ChunkeyHamandChicken. I am grateful, as this current thing she will eat doesn't make me want to hurt. She isn't eating as well as she was before, but then after all....when she finally STARTED eating, she was essentially starving. So I am not getting freaked out about it. She IS eating. She IS drinking. She is allowing me to give her meds in liquid form. I am cautiously optimistic that I am not going to lose her.
Then I went over to dad's house and schmoozed with my sister. She lives 80 miles away and I love her dearly. I also feel like kicking her shins sometimes, but hey...don't we ALL feel that way about our siblings? The thing that ticks me off, though, is that she thinks she "KNOWS WHAT IS WHAT" when it comes to dad. And really, come ON now. She doesn't LIVE here, she isn't the one who deals with his life day-to-day....she knows NOTHING! BUT...she is eleven years older than I am, and she KNOWS BETTER THAN I DO....Anyway, we talked and caught up for a bit and then got everything organized for dinner.
In the past two years, I finally got dad to do his thing with the turkey and then retire to the living room to visit with our five thousand relatives until it is time to make the gravy. (Dad feels that the turkey and the turkey gravy are HIS exclusive department. S'okay with me, he makes GOOD turkey and gravy...and it reminds him that he is essential to us. Not like he wouldn't be essential if he WASN'T the one who did the turkey and gravy, but the thing is...that generation needs to SHOW their love. They need to DO stuff to feel needed. They can't accept that we NEED THEM....just because we LOVE THEM.)
Anyway, dad came into the kitchen and I had already gotten everything else ready and he made the gravy and then....
We had a very wonderful dinner. Full of love and good food and good conversation and more love.
I LOVE my family!
Tonya, Dave and I were going to go to dinner and then to see the band "It's a Beautiful Day" on Saturday. We had invited JohnnyLA, too. Unfortunately, I goofed up on the date. The band was here LAST Saturday. I am so sad...I WANTED to see that band. But, I goofed and besides we are ALL broke. So, there is that. Maybe it was meant to BE...for us to not spend money we couldn't afford. Who knows.
We'll have an evening out soon...after we all get a bit more solvent.
HAPPY BELATED THANKSGIVING!