Happy Thanksgiving

Foods have been cooked, baked, roasted.... and we had a nice Thanksgiving dinner this afternoon.  The house is all decorated for Christmas and if our guest was surprised by the Santa’s and nutcrackers near his turkey dinner, he did not let on.

The big Christmas tree is sitting in a bucket of water, waiting to be brought into the house this weekend. It isn’t officially Christmas until the big tree sings.  We brought the tree home yesterday, thinking we could keep it dry in the garage because we are supposed to get rain tomorrow and Saturday. But we have heard those forecasts before.  With each passing year, the selection of real trees gets less and less. I cast my vote every year for an artificial tree, but my husband won't hear of it. He says he needs a live tree for his vintage Christmas lights. I never resist telling him that once a tree is cut, it is no longer living... it dies a slow death in our dining room.

The book club at the school is going along well this term. I have fourth graders who love to read, and they are very well behaved. The book club for the neighborhood children is also still going... and those kids were happy that it didn’t end in September, which had been the plan. Two book clubs every week, two different groups of students.... and it could not be better.

After not having parties last year, we are resuming our party-hosting with an Open House Christmas Party in December.  The neighbors all seem to be thrilled, but this is and will be bittersweet for me. I will forever remember why I could not host a party last year.

No matter what ‘they’ tell you, time does not heal all wounds.  Time just lets the wounds slide further beneath the surface so you can continue to breathe in and out as each day passes.

Happy Thanksgiving to the Little Red Hen.