Dear Journal,
I didn't want to talk to you today. Oh, I'm not mad at you or anything like that. It's just that it is the long weekend - Thanksgiving - here in Canada. I want to putter in the kitchen - make another upside down plum cake, and something with leeks. I went to the market with step-dot and it was full of people who, like me, are having a deeply domestic moment. My dear guy is in the kitchen making his world famous (OK Halifax famous) apple pie. We're invited to a big dinner tonight and everyone will be expecting it. I'll make a leek dish which will enjoy less fame but that's OK. On Monday night, we'll have our own Thanksgiving dinner. No turkey - we have a roast of beef and a lamb shoulder. We've got lots of veggies and Ron will make apple and pumpkin pie. I'll make Parmesan stars and goat cheese with walnuts. Step-dot's mother and brother are coming and they'll bring goodies too.
Life seems rich and good - we are still living with the bad news of last week but we never lost sight of what was important so we aren't so gutted as we were.
But I need to write. Have to. So dear journal, I am missing my hungry self this minute - I'm too fat and happy. I will do what I need to - I'll get through two chapters this afternoon. And it is more of a struggle to do so when I am content than when I am in the pits of hell. Weird, huh?
The original Thanksgiving, so I read today, was not in Puritan America but much earlier. And the first thanksgiving in both Canada and United States was in thanks for a safe crossing. I'll be celebrating that safe crossing too - the crossing of the turbulent force of a reversal of fortune, wherein the true treasure was revealed to be, like in Dorothy's quest, before me all the while.
Pardon me while I click my heels and find myself at home, with folks I love, and lots to eat.
1 comment:
I loved your post and the picture - it made me want to stroll withe the lone walker. Enjoy the feast day with your friends and good luck with the chapters.
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