It looks like snow weather this morning. The skies are hazy. The ground is still covered with morning frost as I type from the comfort of my warm home with a delicious cup of coffee within reach.
Life Is Hard.
I can feel the presence of the upcoming holiday. My mind flashes to “Thanksgiving Past” with the boys and lots of food and board games and movies. This is about the time I would be sending out the group text for Brad and Justin to tell me what they wanted. Inevitably there would be requests for shrimp cocktail, blue cheese and grape salad, mashed potatoes…. last year Justin and I were destroying the kitchen making 25 pumpkin rolls for friends and family…. there was powdered sugar everywhere…
instead I am planning on how to get through it with the least emotional damage as possible.
Cursing the pilgrims has become a daily ritual.
And today is a good friend of mine’s father’s birthday. Her father passed away a couple of months ago and I know today is one of those days for her as well…. a day of reflection mixed with loss. And the list of those who have lost this year, or past years where holidays are just HARD is endless. I know.
Last night I had a little mini break.
A group of us went out for what was called the “best Bloody Mary” in the area… more important than the draw of the drink – was of course the people. I spend most of my time at home now and getting out is good for me as I fear that someday I will just become socially awkward. Perhaps… I already have. 😉
I only stayed a couple of hours but it was nice just to be with friends. Around that group there was other loss… other struggles and we all just needed a moment to laugh, to share.
Today. I am making white chicken chili for the Library decorating group that is meeting at noon to give the library a holiday feel. I am also making calico beans for the football game later where we will go to a friends home and eat good food and watch the game. (Well… some will watch the game… I am going more for the chance to hang out with friends).
And isn’t that life?
It is hard. Every single day. But… as a friend told me recently… I am doing it. I get up every morning and while that may not seen like a big accomplishment. It is. I take the little victory’s along the way.
P.S. In case someone is curious about the bloody mary. I don’t know if it was “the best” but it was very good and sure came with an impressive array of goodies which is really the sell for me. Shrimp, salami, pepperoni, pickled mushroom, green olive, black olive, artichoke, peppercini, asparagas, carrot, cocktail onion, green bean, sweet pickle – even an orange slice!
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