Well, everyone talked about what they were doing yesterday, so we’ll talk about what we’re going to do. I had to blow off NANOWRIMO after I fell — couldn’t see for days, and then it became clear Tim was leaving at the end of the month and I have a thousand things to do. December will be my NANOWRIMO.
We’re having a small thanksgiving. Just Richie and me and Tim — Daniel will stay out in WI. We have to decide what’s happening at Christmas — whether he’ll come home or not or we’ll go out there. I think we’ll bring him home — the grandchildren will be up as well and I don’t want to miss them.
So here’s what I have to do this week:
book Tim’s flight
help him find a place to live
set up bank accounts for him (we have to go 90 miles to find the nearest national bank)
find a doctor for him (call Mini-me and see what she can do)
stop worrying about Christmas for him (Mini-me’s place will be filled up and there’s no public transport back and forth). He’ll work it out.
talk to his current medical prescriber (a fiend from hell)
Get the extra kindle fire up and running so he can check Facebook, email and do FaceTime.
Okay, that’s everything to do with Tim. I also have to:
get the snow tires on
get the old car taken to the garage or wreckers
make stuffing, dessert and rolls
clean the living/dining area (for my own peace of mind)
limited food shopping
do enough laundry that I have clothes to wear
take a tranquilizer. Ack!
I’ll tell you what I do on Thanksgiving. First I watch the Macy’s parade. Always. Of course when I lived in NYC Macy’s was my favorite store (much more than Bloomies, etc). then leave the dog show on if it’s running, while I retire to the kitchen, stuff the turkey and start cooking it while I listen to George Winston’s December CD (with “Thanksgiving” on it). I’ll probably need Richie’s help when it comes to stuff the turkey — I don’t think I have the strength in myright arm to wrestle with it. We eat in the late afternoon, collapse on the sofa and watch something cheering on TV. Maybe Scrooged (one of my favorite Christmas movies). Maybe call cousins to wish ’em a happy Thanksgiving.
And then back into getting stuff done for Tim’s move.
Do I see writing anywhere on this list? I love writing. I love going to that special world. I need to carve out enough time — it’s my therapy (as well as my income).
One of my favorite books on writing and on life is Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. If any of you happened to miss it, go out and buy it (or download it) immediately. You don’t need to be a writer to make use of its life lessons.
I suppose I should count my blessings. No racist uncle blowhards, no tipsy aunts, no group of people who sit on the sofa and don’t offer to help. In fact, there are a lot of good things, and I think one more thing I’ll do this week (Thursday or Friday) is to list all the good things that I’m grateful for, with no caveats, no take backs, etc. There’s a lot to be thankful for if only I’d stop and notice it.
If you’ve got a second to spare show up here and list your gratitudes as well. The more good will we have sending out into the world, the better place it will be.
Who’s cooking? Who’s traveling? Who’s pretending the whole damned thing doesn’t exist? Who lives in other countries where the whole damned thing doesn’t exist? And which of you are foolhardy enough to plan on Black Friday skirmishes?
Gird your loins, maidens of St. Trinians. It’s a week to do battle.