The wee beasties are on Spring Break this week. As always seems to come up on these holidays, we started comparing their childhood to mine.
It feels like one of those songs or commercials, “when I was young we had to get up to change the TV channels” or “we drank from the garden hose.” And a radio show…not even in the stratosphere of their understanding. Of course, those were before my time, too, LOL.
Not having local family members to visit or cook for on Thanksgiving means we often have a quiet day. This year the topic of traditions came up.
That Man and I, thankfully, grew up with very similar traditions which made the merging of our lives fairly painless. Of course, we’ve also developed some of our own.
Thanksgiving isn’t Thanksgiving for That Man until he’s watched –
and it has become a tradition for us the night before Thanksgiving. And, in my male dominated house, football is a must on the day.
For me, as long as Christmas isn’t encroaching on Thanksgiving I’m good
However, the minute that dinner is over, the food put away, I’m ready to settle in with my dessert and watch –
(And it has to be the black and white version!) Then Christmas may start.
What must you watch or do on Thanksgiving to make it complete?
I made it for D&E Morning Pages three of the last seven. No new writing or, more importantly at this point, revisions and re-writes. With the new job, and scheduled hours all over the map, there isn’t a guarantee of Dark & Early writing time. Just as there isn’t a guarantee of Late & Dark writing time. So fitting writing time, as least consistent writing time, is a challenge I have yet to master.
And there were days I didn’t even turn on the computer to check emails! I’m afraid to open Google Reader and Triberr, LOL. There just hasn’t been the time to read, much less respond, to blogs. I feel bad about that, even as I know y’all understand the crazy that is life. I’ve driven by Facebook and Twitter a couple times
Thus, I’m still on the fence about ROW80. On one hand, I’m positive it would help me get back in the swing of things. On the other hand, I don’t feel I have the energy.
My goal for this coming week is simply to write for 30 minutes every single day.
On the up side, I think Beastie Girl will be a princess (though I’m not sure about that hat!) for Halloween Work is having a contest for best pet costume. I’ll have to come up with something for myself…can’t remember the last time I dressed up for Halloween, LOL.
Do you dress up for Halloween? What will you be wearing this year?
Marcia Richards had a fun post in which she shared her top 10 favorite things starting with the letter L. She had an awesome list. Marcia offered to assign a letter to anyone who wanted to play along.
She gave me “C”
Without further ado, and in no particular order, here are my top 10 favorite things beginning with “C”
Christmas
(Yep, Christmas morning at our house after the boys attacked the presents.)
Celts
(You knew this had to be here somewhere, right?)
I wasn’t going to post today…it has been one of those weekends.
A few weeks ago I received the email I had both been expecting and dreading. Hospice had been called in for my second father, Daddy Dennis.
Dennis has always been a man of quiet strength, his faith as intricate to him as breathing, and someone people would describe as a non-fighter. He often stood as the peacemaker when our families shared a home.
He’s the man who had an entire dinner party laughing to the point of tears over a simple family meal that will forever be known as “Giggle Charlie” — I have no idea what we called the dish prior to that night. For dessert, he served us tissue to wipe our eyes.
He’s the man who taught me to drive a stick shift.
He’s the man I could go to no matter what and trust he’d listen without fixing.
He very literary took me from crayons to perfume…
Friday, Hospice informed the family Dennis likely wouldn’t make it through the night.
This Lulu song has been playing in my head ever since.
How do you say good-bye?
For me, I was unable to. Dennis wasn’t able to take phone calls. Yet he surprised everyone and made it through the night.
This morning, I woke to the news he passed last night.
Rest in Peace Dennis. I love you and you will be missed.
There’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.