The one thing I was grinding my teeth about for the weekend — Thanksgiving dinner with the inlaws, two hours away — was effectively voided when Spawn began throwing up on Thanksgiving morning. Yay stomach virus.
When you make plans to drive two hours away for a meal, you tend to not have a whole lot in the way of groceries in the house. Our Thanksgiving was something of a catch-as-catch-can affair, and frankly that suited me just fine. I found a box of stuffing in the pantry, my husband had already deep-fried a turkey to take with us on our trip, and I made jello for Spawn — it was a definite downmarket holiday this year. I seized the opportunity of a rainy cold day, a kid sacked out in front of the TV in jammies, and a grinchy mood to tackle the front closet. Items deemed of no further use were kicked out, some destined for the consignment shop and others set aside for St. Vincent de Paul.
What was I thankful for this Thanksgiving? The unexpected gift of a day more or less to myself.
By Friday Spawn was for all intents and purposes back to normal, and agitating for Christmas decorating to begin. Ordinarily I am something of a mutterer when it comes to a full-scale attack on Christmas decor when the turkey is barely cold, but I bought a new tree this year and was anxious to get it assembled. Nothing like a new toy, you know. Our old tree had suffered the slings and arrows of cats climbing its branches and the rough handling of a spouse squashing it unceremoniously into a storage space, and quite frankly I was tired of having to wire the thing back together every year. This year I also purchased a storage bag that (supposedly) takes some of the angst out of storing an assembled tree, which we will see if the claim holds after the holidays are over.
I went nowhere near a shopping center the entire weekend. I do not love a bargain so much as to fight that maddening crowd.
Sunday was something of a banner as I, my husband, and my mother (among others) were treated to the Rite of Acceptance into the Catholic church. Just the knowledge that my father and other various assembled family members were somewhat teary-eyed over the sight was enough for me. The journey has had some moments of profound rightness for me thus far. I’m still sorting things out, though. I haven’t mentioned much of it here because it’s been so intensely personal and private that I can’t articulate it well. Suffice it to say that it’s been a long time coming.
After four days of sleeping as late as I liked, this morning was pretty shrill. I suppose I should continue to be thankful to have a job (such as it is) and that the job I have has been easy on the nerves today.