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Happy Thanksgiving
23 November 2023
And just like that -- in a flash -- it's over and you are alone on Thanksgiving. That's what we were thinking yesterday as we dashed around running the usual Wednesday errands before we rolled up our sleeves and tried to put something together for Thanksgiving.
Pilgrim Candles. iPhone 15 Pro Max triple camera 6.9mm at f1.8, 1/60 second and ISO 100. Processed in Adobe Camera Raw.
Wednesday is garbage night at Mom's so we go over there to wind her grandfather clock, check her phone messages, pay the bills, make sure the water heater hasn't exploded and handle whatever the mail brought in.
This year we're also on gopher patrol, spreading their mounds around as we try to discourage them from tunneling under the lawn. They've already taken out one rose bush.
We visited Mom in the rehab facility, as we do each day, bringing her a Thanksgiving card that had come in the mail. Mom was sleepy so we helped her to bed. As soon as she hit the pillow, she fell asleep.
So drove to the market to buy a Thanksgiving dinner in heat-and-serve packages. Squash bisque, a pre-cooked turkey breast, frozen mashed potatoes, stuffing and veggies. After we put all that in the refrigerator at home we walked to our local market for dinner rolls, a pumpkin pie and whipping cream.
Now the larder is full with a quick-to-prepare Thanksgiving feast, which is important when you have to work in the morning, visit you ailing mother and return home to prepare dinner for your ailing spouse.
It was a busy day. And we know we're fortunate we can still navigate it. We spend the day with people who can't.
Just before we left Mom's house, we looked into the dining room where we had enjoyed so many holiday meals. We imagined the chandelier blazing, the tall candles on the table lit, the family passing rolls around as they laughed and shared their news.
The room was dark now and, with the heat off, cold. But suddenly we remembered the little pilgrim candles Mom always set out as a Thanksgiving centerpiece.
We should really bring them over to her tomorrow, we thought. So we hunted in the credenza by the table and found them wrapped up and tucked away. We took them with us.
The family may have scattered, but may there always be pilgrims.