November 27, 2025
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.
Have you ever watched the making of a chocolate fountain?
Georgie and his Mom set up the chocolate fountain today after dinner.  It's kind of amazing to watch and especially through the eyes of a soon to be 5 year old.  

I miss the crowd in my heart, not in my nervous system.  I made the choice to stay alone for most of the day and not feel any responsibility towards others.   But there are so many important people in my family who I don't get to see enough. And the piece that has become too much is the car travel, which I wish was not true.  I am a good driver and I wish it wasn't so hard on my body.    ahhh, but  It was a good day. 


I spent some time writing.  I know there is a narrative stewing in my brain, it's trying to get out and say something relevant and important for others to hear articulated.  I'm not sure exactly what the ultimate goal is, but I know its about forgiveness, self and to others.  I know its about knowing how to ask for forgiveness and when to not take responsibility for something that is not yours to own.  But it is still tumbling around in me and not quite yet coming out directly.  


I also spoke to tons of people at least briefly.  


I did get an extraordinary meal at Edite's.  Tastes were so nice.  It was just me, Edite, Diana, and her sons.  Its kind of amazing to watch a chocolate fountain come to life.  You would have thought the elder two boys would have joined in, but they were too full.  Jiro made the pies that were very good and they had made an apple crisp with no extra sugar in the topping for me.  But I still found room for 2 banana slices and 2 raspberries covered in dripping chocolate.    A little too decadent, but what the heck.



And it was fun to watch Georgie take it all so seriously.   



So, I didn't do any of my regular things, but I did get to tell Sarah I love her, and Patrick and I laughed a little, and Jay explained her newest plans and EJ did complete cooking a turkey dinner for their family.  I did get to message with Kevin and Jason and Paul.  I did hear from some local folks.   


Yeah, it was an ok Thanksgiving and I really do want to admit I have a lot to feel thankful for.  Thank you all friends and family for helping me to stay active and comfortable on this planet.  I continue to be in awe of how much I am given in this world, especially how much love I am shown.   I am grateful.







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