November 12, 2012

Pilgrim Dreams

This weekend was just what the doctor ordered. I got lots of R&R and whipped that nasty cold into submission. I'm feeling nearly 100% and rearing to get busy plotting and planning for Thanksgiving. Just a little over a week to go, folks!

This year's Thanksgiving Day Players:

~ Me - the chef (although Gary gets the turkey in the pan because I really hate to touch raw meat)

~ Gary - Guitar strummer, football watcher, turkey slicer

~ Emma & Kate - Macy's Parade watchers, lounge-abouts, chat-n-munch duo

~ My mother - arriving from Texas in just two days. Assistant chef. Crazy laundress (as post-traumatic stress from having 6 kids she is constantly doing laundry. She will wash any swatch of cloth she encounters, short of yanking the clothes off your body)

~ My mother-in-law - lives in town, pie-maker

~ My sister - flying in from New Hampshire . . . and 

~ Her boyfriend

Yippee! Bring it on. 

I've always loved Thanksgiving. The parade, the day spent fussing around in the kitchen, the mashed potatoes, the pumpkin pie, the family, football announcers, laying on the floor like a lump after dinner.

Plus, I had ancestors on the Mayflower so I kinda like to think of myself as a true pilgrim . . . deep down. A soap-making, embroidering, reading-by-candlelight kind of pilgrim.

Of course anyone who knows me knows that I would have made a terrible pilgrim. I think I would've complained a lot and needed quite a few naps. The long, cold winters spent milking a cow, hand washing laundry with lye and schlepping chamber pots outside would've put me right over the edge. I would've either died of exhaustion, starvation (from refusing to eat the salted meat from the barrel) or the other villagers would've taken me on a long walk and "accidentally lost" me in the woods.
Lucky for me I don't need to test my pilgiming skills. I just need to make a dinner and eat an excessive amount. Now THAT, I can do.

For now I'm trying desperately to hold Christmas at bay until the last of the leftovers have been stacked in the fridge and the dishwasher is running. It seems such a shame to overlook the holiday of "giving thanks." 

That said, I have a tiny confession (you know I love to confess) I found myself listening to a little Christmas music while I worked today. I love Christmas music with all my heart — Bing, Nat, Ella, Frank, Glenn Miller . . . I can't get enough of that stuff! 

Hope your Monday's been groovy. As always, I soooo appreciate you dropping in. It means a lot to me.


  1. I enjoyed reading this post. I have a sister who won't touch raw meat...she has to put baggies on her hands if she does!! My mom also has the laundry syndrome thing...7 kids! I'm a Thanksgiving traveler and stay away from the whole big dinner thing. Although I will confess to watching the parade in a hotel room!!!

    1. Baggies! Brilliant! I think you've just opened up a whole new world to me.

  2. He he he, you crack me up. It sounds like a wonderful holiday weekend coming up for you and your family! I'd be right there with you complaining about the work on the Mayflower, but would enjoy the historical aspect of it all. :)

    One of six? Oh my, bless your mamma. So glad you are feeling better. Don't forget to stock up on the traditional Thanksgiving beverage, DC, and have fun!!

    1. Oh yes, lots of DC on hand at all times here!

  3. You have pilgrim ancestors?? That's so exciting! I guess that means you have English roots. You comments about your Mother made me laugh - mine is like that with ironing. It does drive me slightly mad. I am really looking forward to hearing about your thanksgiving celebrations. We don't acknowledge it here in the UK but I love the idea of having a big festival just to give thanks, especially in the run up to Christmas. x

    1. Yes Gillian I have English ancestors on both sides of my family! Also Scottish and German. My English ancestors are from Stafford, Yorkshire, and Derby.


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