In Restless Preparation

In preparation for the upcoming excitement of Thanksgiving, I realized I still had some groceries to get. I headed out the door, slid on the icy steps, catching myself on the railing. All is fine, but Mercy, it's nasty out there. Rains have turned into freezing rain, slush on the salted roads and wipers whipping up a storm on my windshield with the window cleaner spraying a visual hole to see through. Finally the truck warmed enough to clear the window and I was on with my day.

In hopes the only grocery store in town would not be too busy with Thanksgiving still days away, it was as crowded as ever. Anything over a dozen cars in the parking lot is a crowd to me lately. This time I couldn't find a place to park.

Anyway, quick as a wink, I was in and out, skating my way back to the truck and onward home.

Folks around here that know me well, also know that I used to love to shop, visit along the way, and genuinely spend time and money foolishly. I couldn't resist a sale. Sometimes, that still holds true, but lately,? I am restless. My visits with even my family are short., meaningful, but short. It's almost like I'm developing clostraphobia or something. I'm sure there's a word for it.

The weekend was without grandloves or company, except the boys in and out from the cabin with hunting season going on. That too.....I used to spend a lot of time there, listening to the stories, having meals with them, getting in on the ' hunt ' air.

I miss it, but I don't. So, what's that all about. Even Bill has noticed a change. He isn't as enthusiastic about the ' hunt ' anymore. He was in today saying how the boys are all out in their blinds, and not wanting to be in his, what was he to do. "I can't get into this, this year.", he says.

Something is amiss. What? Who knows. Perhaps it's just this gloomy day we've all had.
Maybe all we need is turkey, dressing, gravy, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes with pecan crumble, green bean casserole, cranberry-orange sauce, dinner rolls, pumpkin pie and pecan pie ala'mode.

Sounds like I better get busy, our Thanksgiving will be on Wed. night this year. Maybe that's it!
Change in tradition does not suit me well, and we have been doing the sacrificing for years.
Perhaps, I shall NOT cook.

Have a Great Night One and All
BlessYourHearts
Restless