Holidays. Here they are. Again.
In a few hours, I will get up to make the dressing to stuff the turkey that will roast for several hours so it is ready for our regular mid-afternoon meal. As it roasts, I'll put together a few side dishes—mashed parsnips and potatoes, plain Romano beans, and sauteed red cabbage and persimmons—while the Mama makes the gravy and maybe a pot of rice. I hope she cooks rice. I like the taste of her gravy on rice. I could just eat that.
The annual turkey feast will be for the three of us. No, the four of us. I can't forget Molly The Kitty (T.K.) Cat. She doesn't like turkey though. Spam is more her style. I'm not kidding. I found that out last night. Holding on to the kitchen counter, Molly stood on her hind legs and gazed intently at me as I sliced the canned delicacy (every now and then, we have a yen for spam with eggs). She'd just eaten her expensive raw food so it wasn't like she was famished. But, she was insistent that she wanted something that smelled tasty up on the counter. I gave her a tiny bit of Spam in a splash of water. Whaddaya know? She's a spam-loving cat. All right, Molly, you Aloha cat. A couple weeks ago, I found out that she likes a bit of Black Forest Ham. Maybe mouse tastes like ham, though I doubt she has tasted mouse yet. So far, her wild fare has been spiders, bees, and other bugs roaming in the Mama's gardens.
Ah, I have rambled off from whatever path I'd started down. What was I going to talk about? Thanksgiving feast? The holidays? Having not worked for someone for 26 years, I've lost any sense of holidays being anything special. In my days as an employee, I enjoyed holidays because they meant not going into work. I looked forward to the free days of nothingness. Today, without knowing that put-out-the-garbage day is Wednesday, Big Bang Theory is on Thursday, and there is no mail delivery on Sunday, I'd be unable to distinguish the days of the week. It doesn't help that the Mama and the Husband have also lost sense of the days. Once the Husband said that almost every day feels like a Saturday. The Mama glances at the calendar to rest her eye on the waterfall photo or to note the day that the water softener is "changing water".
Long ramble short, the bottom line for me is this. Every day is the spirit of Thanksgiving (and all those other holidays). And, each and every day, I am thankful that I am sharing life and love with the Husband, the Mama, and Molly T.K. Cat.
Thank you, dear readers, for dropping by. Peace, Joy, Love, and Happiness to you all.
~ Su-sieee! Mac