Cliff had a Thanksgiving dinner at work. Then we had a Thanksgiving dinner at our daughter's house Saturday night. Enough is enough, although I do appreciate turkey. But I was prepared to do the big turkey dinner here: noodles, sweet potatoes, broccoli-rice casserole, and rolls, on Thursday.
Then Rachel gave me an "out".
"Mom," she said, "since Dad has had so much salt and stuff lately, if it's OK with you, we could do Monica's birthday dinner on Thanksgiving Day."
Whoa!!!! Prayers can be answered.
We can either have an early cheeseburger dinner (Monica's choice of fare) around 11 AM, or an evening repast, around 5:30 PM. Either way, Cliff and I can take off on the motorcycle. Thank God for this!
Folks, I've pretty much lost heart for the holidays. I'm sorry, but it's all just mechanical these days. I love the memories of Christmas when I was a child, and of Christmas when my babies were small. But these days, I just can't care much. If I have my way, we won't mess with the stupid cheap artificial tree we bought last year, with last year's decorations still on it.
Please don't ask me to go through the motions again. Every day is Thanksgiving here, and Christmas memories are wonderful, and maybe when I have great-grandbabies to hold, new life will come into the holidays.
But for now, I'd just as soon pass.
Me and Cliff on the Gold Wing, with a picnic lunch stowed away, sounds wonderful right now.