Giving Thanks

By the time you read this, I’ll be on the way to drop the Babe at the airport for his flight to DC. Shhhh! He’s going to surprise our grandson Joell for his birthday on the 25th. More about this later. The holiday will be nice and quiet with my oldest son and me. Looking forward to it, and he loves leftovers! So I won’t be eating them until the devil wears ice skates.

While we know the first Thanksgiving isn’t how we were taught in school, we still remember we need to give thanks for living in the land we do, and that we are free. My sincere apologies to the indigenous peoples, we were terrible to you.

I have to say, Nebraska’s new governor has committed his first faux pas already. He posted a photo of his wife, him, and two grandkids at the kids’ Thanksgiving programs. The little girl was dressed like a pilgrim girl. The little boy, an American Indian. Didn’t anyone in his campaign educate him how bad that is these days? It always should have been bad. We need to respect the Indigenous People. This is not how we do it.

So to prepare for Thanksgiving, I baked Mom’s Mince Meat Pie. Have you ever tasted that? It’s awful, in my opinion. Mom also happened to give me a Pumpkin and Mini Chocolate Chip Bread recipe last time I saw her. She thought it sounded good, which I took as a big hint she wanted me to bake it. So I did today. Made four loaves. Hope she likes it. I’ll drop off her pie and bread tomorrow on the way home of the airport.

And the rest of the holiday weekend? The pups and I will be left to our own devices. Turkey, goodies, and a new Sweet Potato Salad I’m trying, and working on Kayla’s quilt, now that I know I haven’t lost all my skills and confidence. While we don’t know what the first Thanksgiving was really like, we do know it wasn’t idyllic as we were taught. The pilgrims were allegedly thankful for the harvest (and for being alive after their voyage across the ocean). The winter would nearly wipe them out, but they didn’t know that then.

None of us know where we’ll be a year from now. Too many of our friends didn’t make it through this year with us. We remember, and will not forget. We need to give thanks for how our lives are right now, today, and for the hope of what they can be in the next year. A good friend is waiting to hear the fate of a former co-worker; she has disappeared and the Sheriff’s Department is involved, it’s even searching a home in another state; it doesn’t sound good. Another two good friend lost their wives in the last six months, and their lives will never be the same. We can only hope, keep our faith, and give thanks for wherever we are at any given time.

Should the worst happen to us? Our only choice is to continue on. Yes, it hurts like hell when someone we love more than life itself is taken from us way too soon. We can give thanks because we knew that kind of deep, forever love. It can be from a friend, from a parent, or from a spouse. When we lost my dad, I never wanted to be close to anyone again; I never wanted the chance of something hurting that badly again.

Eight years later, I met the Babe; I learned he had ischemic heart disease. Dang! Finally met someone who would stay, and he had a bad ticker. I was afraid to love him; I was too afraid of losing him before we were even together. That was foolish of me. I’m so glad we talked over my fears. I knew I would have more joy with the Babe than without him. No matter how many years we’d have together, they’d be our best. All these years later, I’m grateful for him and the life we have. We are both lucky, to have each other. Thankful for it all.

Wherever we are next year, I must remember to be grateful for all of this life we’ve had so far. Because we never know. And we’re going to make the most of it all. Thank you for reading; be grateful; see you tomorrow.

Fab Friday

I’m coping with something we all face eventually – the death of friends. It happened four times last year, and this year, once, and will happen twice more that we know of. Then, there will be the random losses that come and go. It has been on my mind lately.

In order to be the usual positive person I am, I turned my thinking towards living. Birth. Re-birth. And now, am asking all of us, “What does it mean to you to truly live. What does it mean to you to be reborn, religion aside.”

When I come across names in my old-school address book who have passed away, I pause and think of them. I remember talking with them, laughing, visiting. There are many aunts and uncles who are gone, couples, singles, younger and older friends. I hope they would remember me as a friend. As someone who listened. Someone who cared. I can focus on that and do those things for my new friends, my existing friends, and the friends I haven’t met yet. Yes, there are many out there. I can’t wait to meet you! It is something I look forward to daily.

I love birthday’s. I love the fact we all get a day that’s ours. Sometimes, we have to share with a twin, or we’re born on some family member’s birthday, but generally we have our own. I absolutely love birthday’s; mine, the Babe’s, the kids and grandkids, they’re all special. I think of each of them on those special days.

We can look at our birth days as a chance to reassess our lives, our thinking, our direction. It’s a great time to be proactive with changes to our lifestyle, our health choices, and our attitudes. My advice is never stop learning. Thinking you know everything is impossible. We learn in different ways, so we need to add methods if necessary. The best example I can think of is the number of boomers who use Facebook. It started our as a way to college students to keep tabs on each others lives; it has become a tool for us to keep track of our children and grandchildren. Who would have thought?

I hope this is the beginning of a lovely weekend for all of you. We have some organizational meetings for organizations we’ll volunteer with at the VFW. We’ll be making some good commitments this year, and I am eager to see some goals reached. Have a safe weekend, as well. We will see each other tomorrow. Thank you for reading.

USPS, My Destination

The most important thing I need to do today is go to the Post Office and mail my little granddaughter Kayla’s birthday gift. She’ll be three. Oh my, how she’s grown. She reminds me so much of her mama when she was little. A little turned up nose, a crazy dancer and face maker, lover of footwear, (she clomps around the house with her dad’s boots on), good sister to her brother. Becky loved her brothers so much. It makes me sad they are all in different cities now, and rarely see each other. Everyone is too busy.

I got her a little lap desk, like to use while sitting on the floor or in the car, and it has a top that opens, to store paper, colors, etc., and I need to put in some fun coloring books or something. I used to love to color with the kids and grandkids. I’ve even taken up adult coloring books, and used to go to color with my mom. It was a throwback to when I was a little girl. My brother Tom was at kindergarten, so Mom and I were home alone, together. We’d sit at the dining room table and color. It was fun.

From three on, a child grows and learns so much, it’s so incredible. I’m missing out on a lot, but hopefully COVID will be under control by summer and we’ll be able to go play with her and her little brother Cody. Until then, it’s pictures and long distance! Masks and hand sanitizer. This is getting old!

Last night, our granddaughter Addison was inducted into the Junior National Honor Society. What an accomplishment. She is pretty bored with school, and is going to take AP classes. A woman needs to be intelligent first in these times. A pretty face and nice body don’t last, but intelligence does. She is strong in her beliefs, and formulates her opinions after gathering information. Gosh, I can’t wait to see what she chooses to do with her life! Times are so different now.

I’m lucky to have .some young ladies around me who are at different stages in life. Unlike myself, they are in various stages of becoming while they are maturing. I matured while living life without a lot of my own input. Yes, I chose to get married young. I didn’t realize I could do other things. I didn’t know how I’d pay for college. My parents weren’t behind sharing their financials with anyone. No one did that much in that era.

I see Kayla growing and becoming a young child, still full of wonder. I see Addison embarking on her high school adventure. I pray her heart stays strong. She has so much good in her. She has a strong character, and I admire that. Right now, she’s not one to “go along to get along.” I hope she stays that way.

I see my illustrator, Cartney, as just leaving her high school adventure. For just talking with her a couple of times, she is so focused on what she needs to do to launch out into her own world of I hope it includes working with me on a few more books, I think we will create something good together. We will help each other learn. She knows a lot I don’t know. She’s very confident and relaxed around people. I love that about her. And we do have a lot in common, especially while discussing our brains and what they do during our creative processes. We “get” each other in that respect. I love learning the creative process spans generations of people.

Yes, I’m a late bloomer. I’m just grateful to be here, right now, and being able to do all of this. We’ve published 550 posts on my blog. Some are not very good. Some are very good. It’s all part of the process. All of the women in my life are preparing to achieve, and I’m right there with them. We can all learn from each other, and I’m excited to see where we all will be a year from now. Note to self: Followup in one year, the day after International Women’s Day.

I’m off to the Post Office now. The gift is wrapped, and I’m praying it gets there Saturday, the day before her birthday. Kayla’s a pie baby; 3/14 Love it! Thanks for reading today. Think about the women in your life who are on their way to creating their ways in life. It’s a beautiful thing to witness and to experience. I’m grateful for all of them. Be Safe out there, Be Kind, Be Courteous. We will see each other tomorrow. Blessings.