It's not spring, but my house thinks it is. I did one of those cleanings that people talk about - the old top to bottom. I had lots of good music playing all day long and just went at it with a vengeance. Okay, not the most exciting way to begin a post but I'm kind of down to the bone weary so if I get off track or becoming oddly melodramatic about anything, you'll know why. Our secret. Oh, "out damn spot". Perfect example, if I do stuff like that just ignore me.
It never dawned on me until Thursday that Thanksgiving is next week. I was so focused on the fact that we were having an abbreviated week at school that I completely missed the why. Yeah! I love the smell of turkey cooking. Every year the group that gathers at our table is different. I like that this isn't a holiday that is so traditional you can't change it around a little. No changes to the turkey though - nothing that radical. Thanksgiving was actually one of my very most favorite days when I was growing up - wee lass that I was. My mom would always get up before the sun even thought about touching its own rise. She'd put this enormous bird in the oven and I would smell it in my dreams. I would head downstairs and watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. God how I loved that parade. Apparently my sister was impressed as well because when she was little and anyone asked her what she wanted to be when she got older, she would always tell them "a parade girl". One year all four of us kids got to actually be in a Christmas parade. There was a big department store in my hometown called Iszards. Every year Iszards would put on their Christmas parade, floats, clowns, marching bands, Santa the works. My mom worked at Iszards on and off for a few years and volunteered the four of us to be in the parade. My sister just about wet her pants she was so excited. Our youngest brother was the one we all envied though, he got dressed up as an elf and got to ride on Santa's float. There's just no topping that when you're a kid! Of course none of us even got to the place in our thinking where we realized that that experience could have quickly laid to rest any doubts he may have had about the reality of jolly fat men with white beards.
Okay, now comes the time I have to come up with a picture that has any thing to do with this posting. And I have just the one!
It never dawned on me until Thursday that Thanksgiving is next week. I was so focused on the fact that we were having an abbreviated week at school that I completely missed the why. Yeah! I love the smell of turkey cooking. Every year the group that gathers at our table is different. I like that this isn't a holiday that is so traditional you can't change it around a little. No changes to the turkey though - nothing that radical. Thanksgiving was actually one of my very most favorite days when I was growing up - wee lass that I was. My mom would always get up before the sun even thought about touching its own rise. She'd put this enormous bird in the oven and I would smell it in my dreams. I would head downstairs and watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. God how I loved that parade. Apparently my sister was impressed as well because when she was little and anyone asked her what she wanted to be when she got older, she would always tell them "a parade girl". One year all four of us kids got to actually be in a Christmas parade. There was a big department store in my hometown called Iszards. Every year Iszards would put on their Christmas parade, floats, clowns, marching bands, Santa the works. My mom worked at Iszards on and off for a few years and volunteered the four of us to be in the parade. My sister just about wet her pants she was so excited. Our youngest brother was the one we all envied though, he got dressed up as an elf and got to ride on Santa's float. There's just no topping that when you're a kid! Of course none of us even got to the place in our thinking where we realized that that experience could have quickly laid to rest any doubts he may have had about the reality of jolly fat men with white beards.
Okay, now comes the time I have to come up with a picture that has any thing to do with this posting. And I have just the one!
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