Scratching to Escape: It's Never the Same

In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

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Wednesday, November 26, 2025

It's Never the Same

We're planning a family feast tomorrow. It's my in-laws, because that's all I have. All my grandparents, parent, and siblings are gone. There will be no more Thanksgivings together, and even though I'm part of my wife's family, it's not the same. I miss what will never be again, and every year it seems to be little harder to find the exuberance I once had for the holidays. It is what it is, but acceptance is no where near what Thanksgiving once was.

I have to add that today is one of those wonderful days I remembered from years ago. There's an excitement in the air, the azure sky is laced with high clouds, and the high temperature will be in the mid sixties. Such days are a blessing, and I'm thankful.