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Wednesday, NaNoWriMo 11/9/2022

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It’s said there is a time for everything. Birth. Death. Prayers. Work. Play. It appears Wishing isn’t one of them. Wishing is nice, but in and of itself, it won’t get you anything or anywhere. The only thing that will get you something or somewhere is work. 

Much as we hate to admit it, it is the truth. Wishing is fun. Walt Disney encouraged us to wish upon a star, and it made no difference who we are. Magic happened in Walt’s world, and it was magical, especially in Anaheim, California, or Orlando, Florida. I often wonder what Walt would think of his creations today. It is far over $100 per person, regardless of age, to get in the gate of any of the parks at Disney World. That is for each and every park. Considering he wanted a nice park-like atmosphere where families could go on a Sunday afternoon to enjoy the outdoors and each other’s company. I believe he may be shocked. 

In the early stages, a wish can be frivolous or it can be a dream. Continuing with the wish, it becomes a dream with some thinking about if it can be achieved or not. Dreaming to be a millionaire, a woman could look to marry “up” as they say, and her dream could come true. That is certainly one way to get there. 

Another way, could be to invent something that will revolutionize cooking, cleaning, leisure, travel, working, or even business. I would suppose the Internet has been revolutionary in our time. In my lifetime, so has sending a man to the moon, test tube babies, travel to space by civilians, and the marketing of electric cars. 

I use the internet, and enjoy it very much. Streaming is such a luxury for a movie lover like me. I have no interest in traveling into space or to the moon, having a test tube baby, and especially do not want an electric car. I also can’t see the Babe and me going to Disney World again. Once was plenty, although it was a fun family trip. 

Somewhere, all these wishes, dreams, and ideas needed to be defined, and a plan needs to be formulated to achieve the wish dream, and idea. Concrete plans must be created from the abstract thoughts and ideas. That is a marvelous process, to go from an idea to a reality on how it can be built or achieved. 

Our granddaughter Addison has mentioned she wants to be a doctor who delivers babies. How wonderful! She isn’t just sitting at home, posting on TikTok, and watching videos. She is building her academic world around that goal. She is taking AP classes every chance she gets. She understands by clearing the way for her college career by getting some of it out of the way now, she will have more time to devote to her education when it is really difficult. I marvel at how she wonders out loud at people she knows who have no idea of what they want to do or be after high school. She’s absolutely right to wonder about this. I love her focus and determination.

Wishing to be a doctor will result in disappointment if that’s all she does. Working hard to be a doctor will result in the goal being met. That’s the key. Always knowing it’s not easy, and it’s worth working for. Always. 

Whether we need to formulate a plan for our future or work on some personal traits we thought were simply inherited from our ancestors, wishing won’t get the hard work done. Only the hard work has an effect on realizing those goals. The sooner you get started, the better. And the sooner you make your dream a reality. 

What can you do to help your dream become a reality? What steps can you handle right now? Are you willing to put in the work? Have a beautiful day; see you tomorrow.

Fear is the Base of Worry

The old saying, “If you Pray, Why Worry?” “If you Worry, Why Pray?” is truest when you look at Worry and Faith and Prayer.

Prayer became a part in my arsenal as a single Mom. I prayed for our health and well being, and protection for my kids. I didn’t stay awake at night worrying. Many people are of the opinion good Mom’s stay up all night worrying. I never have. I’m glad, because I need my sleep.

Worry is a self-defeating habit. Yes, I believe it’s a habit. It’s definitely not a virtue by any means. If we have many habits like these, we lose out on the good things life has for us. We’re so busy dealing with unhealthy habits, we miss out on the joy, adventure, happiness, and goodness. Old habits and rules are not worth keeping around when they don’t enhance our lives. Let go of the old, in with the new. You’ll thank yourself later.

I pray, and leave it to God. I ceased praying for the outcome I wanted when I finally figured out God knew best. Not me. Not even close. God is a big-picture guy. I’m not, not even close.

The reasons we follow old rules is we are afraid of different. Yes, change is hard; staying the same can be deadly. Deadly to creativity, joy, happiness, and friendship. We need change if we’re to grow. I shudder to think of people who decide at a young age they will never change or grow. They think they are the best they’ll ever be. Oh my, you have much to learn.

I ask God to keep me changing, growing, learning. This is the decade I’ve read is the most creative during a lifetime. What a perfect time to write a novel and a children’s book, work on more quilts, and eventually learning to draw and paint. It will be a full decade, won’t it? You can bet I won’t waste time worrying. Prayer, and putting it in God’s hand is the answer for me. He’s done good by me so far. I see no reason to worry about things now.

Have a beautiful Saturday. It’s going to be a great day to stay inside today, so enjoy! We’ll see each other tomorrow.

Memories and Fears

Memories are our friends or foes. They’re our friends when we can remember the smell of a freshly bathed baby asleep on our shoulder. They’re our foe when trauma is so vivid it feels as if we’re still in the midst of the battle, or assault from someone who shouldn’t be hurting us.

Fear sets in when these memories cause feelings we’re uncomfortable with, and we often fear those feelings. We don’t like to be uncomfortable, and we’d rather not remember things that make us feel that way. What can we do?

We can learn to work through those feelings, and learn we’ll be ok. The memories cannot hurt us. Yes, they can make us feel uncomfortable, but we will not be hurt in the same way. We need to work through uncomfortable feelings, positive or negative. It is very possible to learn feelings can help us as well as hurt us.

If we recall being burned by fire, we are reminded of the event as painful, panic, and fearful. If we recall play, celebration, joy, and happiness, we come to learn we deserve those feelings, and work to enjoy them as often as possible. We can work our way towards putting memories in their proper places, between trauma and happiness. Eventually, we gain control over where our mind goes.

I remember very specifically when my son Frankie drowned. It was in 1978, when I was 26, pregnant with Becky, and taking Nick to the bathroom. My worst fear came true, my son drowned and would have died, but for the two people who knew CPR were at their going away party with us. One week later, no one would have known how to save his life.

My whole life, I was fearful of water, fearful of drowning. I remember the feeling, the fear, and the shaking I’d go through when I’d smell wet sand, wet clothes, suntan lotion, anything you’d experience at the lake. It took years for me to stop shaking, sobbing, and not hover over my five year old. There was no help back then for PTSD. They didn’t even acknowledge it’s existence. And no, I was told, “just don’t think of it,” by my doctor. I’m so glad things have changed drastically.

Know of someone who needs to talk with someone about trauma? There is help. Tonight, I took my last Peer Support class. Tomorrow is graduation. The time has gone quickly, we’ll meet one last time, and become ready to listen where needed. It’s a good feeling, and I expect it will be rewarding to listen and offer ideas when needed. Mostly, it will be supporting the efforts of people, to live their lives. And that’s always a good thing.

Thank you for reading, we’ll visit again tomorrow.

Stats are Fun

WordPress loves to report statistics to us. Here are the stats for today:

Wednesday’s blog was the 142nd day in a row we published a new blog.

To date, we’ve published 1,148 blogs over the past 3 plus years. Not bad!

The blog was sent to #1005followers. The breakdown is as follows:

Email: 17

WordPress.com 506

Social Media: 482

It appears we lost a few on Social Media, but we’ll pick up some more. I’m tickled for each one of them. And each one of you. We’ve had some fun over the past three years. We’ve had some major losses, too. We’ve gone through a pandemic. We’ve gotten vaccines and boosters, flu shots and doctor check-ups. We’ve had love and heartaches. We’ve done some living, haven’t we?

One of the things I’d like to convey to people through my writing is we’re not alone. We might not have the family we would like to have; it’s rare anyone does. We might not have the life we always thought we’d have; few people do.

I assumed I’d have the three kid family, all married, all local, and a ton of grandkids! Their father and I would host Christmas for years, and we’d smile at each other with pride.

Guess what? It never happened. Oh, I got the three kids. I also got divorced, raised the kids alone, worked two jobs, went to college and graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in Management of Human Resources.

By then, the kids were 2/3 gone, I was 43 years old, still single, and I thought it was my turn. I was making good money, I pictured a great career for the next 20 years, etc. Then I got sick. Very sick. It threatened my mobility, and my life. 27 years later? I met the love of my life, am married 24 years, and I’ve been disabled since the year 2000.

I’m a creative person, always have been. I’ve learned to quilt, write, and speak in public. I have many things I’d love to learn; drawing, painting (acrylic, watercolor, and whatever else strikes my fancy). Life is so full of possibilities, no matter your age, talents, or abilities. Put yourself out there! Life is too short to spend it on the sidelines. I’ve been shy and introverted, too. I came out of my shell at about age 30 and haven’t looked back. (Coincidentally, it was when I got divorced).

Think about what you’d like to do. Remember, anything is possible. I’m living proof of it. If I can, you can, too. Learning to take calculated risks is the best thing I ever did. It’s never too late, friends. Life is out there, waiting to be lived to it’s fullest. You can do it. Let’s do it together. Thanks for being here. We’ll see each other again tomorrow. Stay safe.

11/29/2022-One Day Left

Have we really reached the end of November? Today is the last day. Needless to say, I didn’t complete NaNowriMo. My writing 50K words will have to wait until another month and maybe another year. The Babe and I spent a wonderful day today, talking about his trip to DC last week and how big the grandkids are getting. Joell turned 15, Addison was 15 last February, Gavin will be 11 next birthday, and Kayla will be 5 in March, Cody will be 3 in January. Where does the time go?

Speaking of where does the time go, I may not be able to finish both quilts for Kayla and Cody before Christmas. Becky and I worked it out, when they’re both quilts are finished, I’ll send them both. It doesn’t have to be Christmas or a birthday, their Mama said. I love that about my daughter. She is forgiving. Now, the pressure is off, and I’ll enjoy working on them a lot more.

Do you get angry? Or do you claim you’re not angry about anything?

If you’re treated a certain way for a lifetime but bury how you feel, it’s probable you have a deep near rage. The anger festers, and becomes deeper. It’s hardly noticeable, until it blows up, which can happen easier than you think. Chronic, buried anger can cause a real problem in dysfunctional behavior. Have you ever gotten the silent treatment? Have you gotten the silent treatment in addition to the silent one banging cabinets, slamming dishes on the table, throwing things, and turning petty things into major problems? A minor inconvenience, like a spilled glass of milk, can set off a tirade that lasts from minutes to hours. You never know.

Some of us are sensitive to angry outbursts. I am. I’d rather hear anything else than some angry, out of control person. I don’t hear anything reasonable in what I’ve described here. I’d rather be able to talk with someone, tell them I’m angry, and go on. If it gets to the point of tirades or silent treatments, it’s too far gone to have a reasonable discussion. I wish you luck in resolving the differences.

As this is the last day of November, I hope it’s a good one for you. Me? I’ll be at the sewing machine, getting all the stitches in I can. And cutting out more small pieces to make Cody’s doggie quilt. It’s a sweet one, I’ll let you see the pattern later on.

Take care, and I hope you’re not angry today. I hope everything is resolvable in your life, or at least you have someone to talk things out with. We all need that. Have a beautiful day, and see you tomorrow.

Homecoming!

It was welcome home for the Babe! I picked him up at the airport Monday night, and the three girls sure are glad he’s home. Of course, I had to wait in line. It’s nice to have him home. More bonding took place and the memories will remain forever. So glad it all worked out.

Today, I did a little more work on the quilt for Kayla and cut more pieces for Cody’s. No writing (until I did this) happening today. I need to get it together again, it seems I’m always trying to get it together. Like Yoda says, “No try, DO!” Yes.

I haven’t even read anything the past four or five days. Usually, I get at least a chapter a day in. That’s another thing that needs to be a daily thing. The holiday season is descending on us, and I’m thinking of my Christmas Tree. Time to decorate, I believe. The Babe has offered to help, so it’ll be much easier for me.

While we decide to make our own traditions for our individual families, we can also decide what kind of home we will have. Will we have one based on honesty and love or one of secrets and lies? One will last through time, the other will fall at the slightest breeze. Which will you build?

I love Judge Judy. Brash? Yes she is. She has no patience for people who don’t use their heads. One of the things she says to people who think they’re putting one over on her is:

“If You Tell The Truth, You Don’t Have To Remember What You Say.”

She speaks the truth. We need to preach this and have everyone practice it. If we did, there would be a lot more honesty in the world. Even if just in our families, honesty is important. Secret keeping is never good. It is especially not good to keep secrets about your health from your family, or only let certain members know the truth. It’s not fair to those kept in the dark. Be open and honest. Your family deserves it.

I remember when I had breast cancer. It was hard to tell the Babe, my kids, and my mom. The worst hard of all was to tell my youngest brother Tim. His wife had just passed away from oral cancer two years before. Nothing could be as hard as that was. Prayers, medical miracles, and God’s good grace finds me still cancer free, 13 years later. God willing, it will remain the same. I will always be honest with my family about issues affecting my health. Yes, many things are personal, and honesty is the best policy.

While we work our way towards the holidays, let’s examine how honest we are. Not just when it’s expected, but even when it isn’t. I can’t lie, you’d know if I did. I still can’t lie to my mom. She can tell, too. I will be honest because it’s the only thing I know. Thank you for reading today. I’m over the moon since we hit #1008followers. We are truly grateful! Let’s work our way to #1500. Onward! Truth all the way! See you tomorrow.

Super Monday, 11/28/2022

Apparently, we had a glitch in the post from Saturday. It appears something went awry during the last paragraph about my thoughts on Yellowstone. I’d like to try and recreate the thought I had there, and finish it here.

I was talking about the opportunity to binge Yellowstone this weekend. I did, as much as I could, between cooking and quilting. And napping. It’s been early and overnight duty with the pups, since the Babe is out of town. But he returns tomorrow, late afternoon, and we’ll be back at full occupancy again. Looking forward to it.

The story of Yellowstone has more twists and turns than a mountain road. It helped to go back and watch the previous seasons to remind myself of subtle things that are significant later in the story. Some are tricky, some are expected, but they’re all a surprise.

Sunday’s episode of Jamie and Beth’s latest confrontation was so well done. I extremely dislike Jamie. He is so whiny, sometimes I can’t stand it. The character is well written, as is Beth. She has so many layers of flaws, strengths, shortcomings, she is a writers dream. Or nightmare, however you want to look at it. She is so complex, she would be a dream to create as a character.

I enjoyed seeing all the characters who had bad intentions towards the Duttons, they all met with what they deserved. No, the Duttons are not pure as the driven snow, but I believe they have the best of the land in their scope. It has been stated the maintenance on the ranch is everything it brings in over a year. Lots of overhead. Lots of unforseen expenses. It’s a fascinating story.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Yellowstone became an actual study of story/character/and plot development. It would be a hit, I believe. Taylor Sheridan knows his stuff, in my humble opinion.

What will this week bring? The first full week back to work after the first of 2022’s Holiday Season. People may feel the countdown towards Christmas now, as the heat is on for those who are counting down gift buying and all that goes with that. I miss the shopping for younger kids, and wrapping after they’re in bed, late at night. It’s when I learned about the true Queen of Christmas; Darlene Love, as she sang, “Christmas: Baby, Please Come Home,” every year on David Letterman. I miss that. She is wonderful, and I hope to hear her sing the song on tv this year.

As I wile away the hours tomorrow until the Babe returns, I’ll be working on Kayla’s quilt and cutting Cody’s out. I hope I don’t have to delay gifting the quilts until the respective birthdays of Cody (January) and Kayla (March). It may come to that, as I have just about run out of time. I’ll have to talk with my daughter about that. I’ll decide by the end of the week. More on that later.

Hope you have a great week. The weather is cooling, and shopping heating up. Make sure Christmas comes from your heart, not from what you feel pressured to do. We’ll see each other tomorrow. Be careful out there.

Reminding Myself

We had a lot of traffic at the blog with the post Friday about our grandson’s birthday. He’s such a special guy. Thanks for reading about family.

We had a segment Friday in my Intentional Peer Support class about Addiction and Recovery. The speaker was amazing. He told his own story of addiction and recovery. I am amazed by the number of people our instructor knows and the many areas of expertise they possess. And it’s all from living life and correcting our mistakes along the way. The more the speaker told us about Narcotics Anonymous, the more I wanted to get the book he referred to, just to read. The passage I found fascinating was referring to the concept of craving vs. addiction. From his explanation, there is a huge difference. I want to learn more about it.

Any recovery from addiction or alcoholism entails the same kind of changes to our lives as building new habits over old ones, and a new life in place of the old one. It’s not as simple sounding as one might think. Instead of looking at the whole of recovery or the changes we often need to make in life to live longer, be healthier, start your own business, etc, we need to do one small thing at a time. They add up over time, with consistency, hard work, and practice of new skills. And you never stop learning. Not until they throw dirt over you. I pray I’ll be able to learn that long, and share it with others.

This time of year can be difficult for many people. For those with families that are not close, the Norman Rockwell painting of perfect families sitting down to perfect meals with perfect gifts just isn’t relevant. In fact, it’s more the exception than the norm. It can hurt a lot to be alone on holidays, have nowhere to go, or even to gather and be uncomfortable the whole time.

I used to see houses with many vehicles parked in front on every holiday. It made me feel like I was missing out. We didn’t need social media for FOMO. Madison Avenue had the images in our brains already. Eventually, many families have become spread out all over the country, even all over the world. Gathering is very difficult. People don’t cook like they used to. Many kids don’t know their grandparents, and I find that sad. I’m sad we don’t see the kids in Colorado as much as we’d like to, but we receive lots of photos to keep track of how they are growing. And through the magic of video, we can hear them talking, and how they read to each other. So sweet.

After this Thanksgiving, I no longer feel like I’m missing out on anything. Two couples we know lost the wives this fall; one was sudden, the other from ALS. Either way is bad, watching steady deterioration or never getting to say goodbye. We don’t get a choice in how our loved ones are called home. All we can do is prepare in the best way we know how, and talk with our loved ones. Spouses, especially. But we don’t get to pick. We just get to pick up the pieces.

Think about what you would like in your heart this holiday season, and find out how to put it there. It’s become easier for me to think about it from a place of gratitude. Thoughts form differently around it than those formed from envy, want, and concentrating on what you don’t have. Try it. You’ll learn what I mean. It may take more than a month, though. It’s worth the wait.

As you enjoy this last day of Thanksgiving weekend, think of how we want to spend the last weeks of this year and of how we want to grow next year. We may have to regroup multiple times and replan, but the important thing is to do it. Get started now. You’ll be glad. See you tomorrow!

Post Thanksgiving Musings

The first of the big winter holidays is over. I hope everyone remembers small businesses today and every day for their gifting needs and personal use. Their markets are full of one of a kind creations you won’t see anywhere else. Most are craftsmen (and women), and very creative artists, jewelry makers, food and special snacking items are included also.

In preparing the meal, although there were only two of us (my son Frankie and me), you still have quite a few dishes to make, just smaller servings. The usual suspects, turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry relish were present. And since Frankie doesn’t like sweet potatoes, I skipped the casserole with marshmallows on top. I found a Sweet Potato Salad recipe that was fantastic. I polished the rest off yesterday. Roasted Sweet Potato, Toasted Pumpkin seeds and Pecans, Baby Spinach, Craisins, Feta Cheese and a made from scratch dressing with either Honey or Maple Syrup. It was the best! In fact, I’m going to make one for next week, too.

I discovered I’m a “I’ll just make a double batch of this” person. I did a double batch of Stove Top Dressing, Mashed Potatoes, and Gravy. I had to make sure Frankie had enough to take home. It is kind of inborn, I guess. When something looks good, I want to make sure there’s enough.

I also learned it’s not a good idea for me to be working in the kitchen all day for two days in a row. I had a terrible flare up with my chronic pain. Upper back, Thoracic Area, and Lumbar Region. What a time! It didn’t make me any less thankful for the lovely time we had. I def would do it again, but ask for more help for prepping/cooking. Frankie helped me, and I love watching him cook. He learned at home and has been making other people’s food for more than 30 years. He loves what he does, and I’m glad for that.

I’ve been re-watching Yellowstone on Paramount Network. Watching from the very beginning has refreshed my memory quite a bit regarding some subtle things that become plot twists in subsequent seasons. I’m watching it as a writer now, which is quite different than as a viewer. I’m impressed with the writing, the character development, and the flaws that goes with them.

Happy 15th Birthday, Joell!

A very happy birthday to our grandson Joell. The Babe, (a/k/a Grandpa) is in Maryland celebrating with part of the family this Thanksgiving. Because he’s been filing live reports since he arrived Wednesday, we have up to the minute photos and feedback. It does everyone good to remind ourselves how important we all are to each other. I stayed home with the dogs and the two quilts I need to finish for Christmas and mail off to Colorado. Busy time for sure.

We haven’t seen Joell for a year, and at that time were sure shocked to see the result of his growth spurt. His voice emits from his feet, I swear. I imagine it’s deeper now. He is a competition swimmer, so he has a swimmer’s body, lean but muscular, and so strong! His passion for swimming was nothing compared to his passion for mountain biking. He is in races every weekend, holiday, and special occasion. His dad describes him as a beast. I do believe that’s a great word.

Beast aside, Joell has always had such a kind heart. Since he was a little boy, he’s helped the underdog feel superior, the left out feel part of the family, and everyone feels his love. I cannot wait to see how far he goes, armed with life experiences that no one his age has. He’s been to Hawaii for Christmas several times, has seen the Pope’s motorcade, and has visited the White House on numerous occasions. The list is much longer and even more distinguished. You could probably make a movie about it and keep the interest of a varied audience.

Joell, we are so proud of you. The man you are becoming is just around the corner. You will continue to shine as a good human, son, grandson, cousin, nephew, student, and especially friend. The picture below shows his workbench in the family garage. He has become pretty proficient at servicing his mountain bike. The neighborhood kids have an additional bonus to his friendship; he can fix their bikes with some expertise many of their dad’s don’t have. Way to go, kiddo! It’s been a joy being with you for all the birthdays we’ve been able to travel to your home to celebrate you! You know how Miss Kathy loves birthdays. And yours holds many, many special memories for us all. I’ve loved watching your parents decorate the dining room for your parties over the years. They have just as much fun and excitement as you have!

Enjoy the photo collage below. It’s been a hard couple years for the Babe and me, losing all the people we have following the pandemic, and now with the life change of the Babe’s second retirement from the VFW. He needed this reminder that all that is worth it in life is in the members of our blended family. Our five adult children and our five grandchildren are reminding us what a wonderful place this world is during these times. And that is all that matters. Happy Birthday, Joell. And have some cake for me!

To everyone reading, I thank you for indulging me today. Celebrating birthdays is important to me, celebrating each and every person helps them become themselves, whomever they are meant to be. As you have your deserts today, send a good birthday wish to this extraordinary young man. The world is watching him. He’s a good one. Let’s see each other again tomorrow. Quilting and Yellowstone are ahead of me for the rest of the time until the Babe comes home. How about you?

Happy Thanksgiving, 2022 #1141posts, #1000followers

May you all have blessings to count, people to love, and folks to celebrate with. This year is a little different for us, the Babe is in Maryland with Grandson Joell, for the holiday and Joell’s birthday Saturday. I have a quilt to finish and another one to make, so I stayed here. I’m cooking, and my oldest son Frankie is coming over for dinner and visiting. It’ll be nice.

I’m grateful for all of you 1000 followers, after #1141 posts, and we are growing every day. That makes the writing every day worth it. Building that habit has helped get my writing out there, and we’ll keep adding more followers and get those books published. The goal for this next several months of work will be not only to publish the children’s book, but to have a book launch, complete with autographing them to some of my favorite children. What fun!

After dropping the Babe off at the airport, I stopped to see Mom for awhile. She had such a lot of stories to tell; my younger brothers are such good men. They’re helping her get her Christmas trees lit, decorated, and she’s in heaven. She shared last time I was there, it could be her last Christmas, we never know. She is certainly feeling festive. Glad she loves the season so much. She, her mother, and sisters, all loved Christmas and all that goes with it. Decorating being high on the list.

As I listened to her tales of the last couple weeks, I couldn’t help but smile. Memories of previous holidays when my brothers and I all lived at home ran through my mind. I thought of the year she sewed all the Barbie wardrobe for me; the year brother Tom and I received ice skates, and all the years in between. She always put love into the holidays. The stuff that didn’t go well wasn’t in her control. We all do the best we can do with what we know at the time.

Therein lies the rub; if we don’t know any better, we can’t be held to a better outcome. When we know better, however, we must improve the outcome. We must improve the situation, and break the ties that have bound us to the status quo. Time for a new way of doing things.

No quilting took place yesterday, I spent the day in the kitchen. The meals from Green Chef Keto Dinners piled up, and I had three meals to cook off before the produce went bad. Another Green Chef delivery came yesterday, so I had to use up the older stuff first. Today will be devoted to turkey and all the trimmings. Leftovers for Friday, and then, back to the Green Chef. Yes, it should work.

Hopefully, you’ll share some time with family and/or friends today, and experience gratitude. The pause during this fall season is good for reflection and defining how to proceed into the next season of our lives. New adventures or hobbies could await you; reading some books or introspection may offer you some guidance to better spend your time. It’s the time to look ahead, making you the best you can be. Let’s proceed together, keeping each other company all the way. Works for me! See you tomorrow.