November 27, 2014

The Feast 2014.


Earl made an absolutely delicious feast for Thanksgiving this year. He does something a little different for each Thanksgiving celebration; this year he made the brussels sprouts with a sauce from champagne jelly. They were absolutely wonderful.

Our little family says grace before each meal. This surprises visitors from time to time but it’s something that we do. We are thankful to a higher power for what we have. It’s not an organized religion thing, it’s a spirituality thing. The blessing is brief and occasionally recited at warp speed. Live long and prosper.

As I type this Thanksgiving evening blog entry, the bread machine is doing its thing so we can enjoy the turkey all weekend long.

Life is grand.


I’ve been in a funk for the past couple of days. Moody. Glum. Blue. My usual joviality hasn’t been around and while I have been feeling this way, I have been bothered about feeling this way. I don’t like feeling this way.

As I slept in this morning, weaving in and out between reality and the dreamworld, I asked myself why I was feeling glum and blue and I couldn’t really find an answer. My life is great. I’m happily in love. My health is good for being in my middle ages. My career is on track and I’m able to engage in my passion for flying with ease.

I’m thankful for all of these things.

To pull myself out my funk, I decided to go back and review old entries in my blog from around the same time of year. As I virtually flipped pages through the last 13 years (the length of time this blog has been around), I found more and more reasons to celebrate Thanksgiving. And realising how good my life is, even when I feel glum and blue, made me realise that I really had no reason to feel the way I was feeling.

So on this Thanksgiving I am thankful for too many things to mention, and this makes me smile.

Happy Thanksgiving, unless you’re visiting from outside the U.S., then a happy Thursday to you.