I thought I was the only crazy, here! I'm caught in a vortex! Normally, my home is "themed" to one thing. This week, I look like I'm "moving"! What was I thinking? My eldest son, 45 and my grandson, 19, came over last night to "sample" the Gumbo! My son hasn't been around for the holidays, for some years, with a profession, that keeps him on the road, for 6 months of the year. He sat down and closed his eyes, as he ate. He is my first-born, the first male in my family in 25 years and I would look at this kid, as though, Jesus, had descended, down to keep us company. A student-athlete, all his life, the boy was reading newspapers, by the time, he was 3! I knew he was something special, the way, he picked up calculus, a subject, even I never thought of taking! Being a "good" boy, was never an option, it was expected!
Lucky for us, (my family), he turned out just fine. Usually a child who is lavished on, as this one was, is amazing. He has 5 sons and a baby daughter and SHE looks just like my maternal grandmother, who I loved, more than I loved my mother! When I look in to this innocent child's face, I don't know whether to laugh or cry, the resemblance is so astonishing! I never thought I looked like anyone in the family, until I began to age. Enough, I'm getting sentimental!
Seems like you had one of MY days! I know, it isn't funny, what SOME people do, when they think they are "helping" you! Broke your train of thought, huh? Well, on with Turkey Day. Doing cornish hens instead. A turkey is just too much for my husband and me. I eat over at my daughter's place, bring the gumbo for the appetizer, reminisce about the funny times, when the kids were growing up and the often "dumb" things, we do as adults! The kids love it, when I admit that I'm not perfect! My apartment looks, like I can't make a decision, about which Holiday, I'm celebrating! My main hallway has boxes and debris all over it and my family is tripping and bumping into boxes!
Just an ordinary day in Teeny Town! God Bless everyone and hey, I'm all clicked!
Stradee wrote:Dang! Teeny, you should spend eight hours a day at the grocery store during Thanksgiving week! Crazy! Stradee leaves the store, breaths a sigh of relief, gets in the truck that's parked in a coveted end space, check making certain there isn't anyone behind me, there isn't except a woman wating to park driving a van/stationwagon/hummer whatever the hell - and of course she's elated she's gonna park in an end spot, right. So, i back out and all of a sudden, crazy person lays on her horn that sounds like a frigging freight train - i slam on the brakes and count to ten. {it was either that or she'd have been wearing the fondue dinner i had just purchased} I give her the "what" look. She singals that everythings ok. I KNEW
THAT BEFORE BACKING OUT OF THE PARKING SPACE!
Ya know, i'm willing to bet that if there was an FBI study, it would assertain that more people are killed in parking lots than people driving 70 mph on the damned freeway.
So when ya all see a courtesy clerk at the local supermarket on crutches, you'll know why!
Home and reading ya alls postings and smiling!
Dan, those photos were really good. Thanks so much for the Vikings travel description also. Ingenious really when contemplating how waterways were mapped by the ancients.
Amazing also the fact you drove a zillion miles in three days - plus surviving "Visitor Parking" areas. You must rest now.
Teeny, sounds like you're having a wonderful holiday so far! I still haven't taken down the Halloween decorations! Me back was not willing to cooperate - but now alls well and i'll be sprucing the house and yards after Thanksgiving day - tomorrow the Chevy gets beautified, and the herd pampered. It's good to be home.
ehBeth, and all wildclickers, have a wonderful Thanksgiving Day.
