I've celebrated over sixty Thanksgivings. At this age, I'm now the old relative that children are polite to, but mostly have other thoughts than a conversation with someone that they really don't understand. I accept this, since it's part of the progression of a family, and the graces of age. They are not yet curious enough, or wanting to document the experiences of someone that will one day only pass their thoughts. Their questions will remain unanswered, and the memories of me will fade over generations.
Happy Thanksgiving to all that pass this wide spot in the road. May you have many more, and they all be wonderful experiences.
Happy Giving of Thanks, Jess!
ReplyDeleteI'm amazed at my blessings in life, and Thanksgiving is the day whey they all come together.
DeleteHope yours was great! The Boy ate all the turkey, and then went back to school.
ReplyDeleteIt saved you from processing the day old turkey into something that you probably can do without.
DeleteWhen I was young, my mother would boil the carcass to make gallons of soup, which she would pull out over the year from the freezer. I haven't had turkey soup since, and have not desire for any.