It's officially
Thanksgiving week which I love regardless of being retired or not.
It's not like I'm going to do anything different this week except
bake a turkey and maybe a pie and maybe some of the condiments that
go along with Thanksgiving dinner but I don't think I'll be doing
anything collectively with any group of people. That's okay, it's not
a real big deal for me. I like to blame the fact that I'm living on
my own and that even if I did have transportation (I do have a van
that's true but I don't drive that have to have someone else do the
driving) I don't believe there are any home as I could get into for
the Thanksgiving feast short of my old home on Utahna drive, I don't
even know if the ramp is still in place if I was able to get an
invitation to a dinner there. I guess if I really wanted to (I was
actually momentarily fantasizing sitting in my old manual chair and
hounding relatives to the point that they would open their homes to
me on Thanksgiving – – those that would be willing to drag me up
steps and stairs). Wow, how desperate would a person have to be to go
to those kind of length to get invited to a Thanksgiving/Christmas
dinner.?
Oh yeah, Thanksgiving
week, that's what I was rambling about before I got carried away into
social isolation land. But I'm kind of excited. Yesterday, Saturday,
as usual was food bank day. That wonderful day when I cruise across
the driveway to the food bank wait in line with my little basket on
my lap, with all the other “poor people” in this area, waiting
for the doorbell the sound meaning it's my time into the food bank
proper where I'll be bestowed my weekly ration of protein and
Staples. Last year I really hadn't been using the food bank services
very much at this point in time so I wasn't really sure how turkeys
and all that would go. You will remember that I had us stint working
with 211 a couple years back and truly, Thanksgiving and Christmas
are major days in the food bank world were literally tons of turkeys
are given away. Since this year I been much more active with the food
bank program I was astounded to receive not only my regular protein
allotment chicken frozen and a ribeye steak frozen but one turkey (10
pounds) and better yet the total fixings, well almost total but, the
canned good fixings of a typical Thanksgiving dinner. One can of
olives, what can of cranberry sauce, one can of beef gravy, one can
of green beans one can of corn, two cans of evaporated milk, one can
of pumpkin, one can of yams, one box of dressing (bread), one box of
RiceaRoni the San Francisco treat. I have no idea what the box of
Rice a Roni is for but I just did a quick search of the rice product
and found all kinds of options. That's pretty exciting. Later on
yesterday afternoon I did a quick trip over to the market and got
some celery and onions just on the off chance I would actually make
some dressing.
As I write this I must
confess I begin to drool a little bit. A little disappointed in that
I really am quite frightened that anything I eat can be added weight.
I think I may put my diet on hold until after the new year – – is
Kim would say is and that just stinking thinking? I cleaned the
kitchen a little bit yesterday and I think I'll do some more work on
it today in anticipation of doing some early cooking for my holiday.
I have the turkey in the refrigerator of course and I think it's on
its way to being defrosted. I might even put most of the meal
together on Wednesday and then just cook the the turkey Thursday
morning. What kind of proud of myself from the shopping expedition I
did yesterday I did not pick up my customary Clover club potato chips
figuring I have enough materials as it is.
Yes I am totally excited,
not jumping up and down excited as kids get this time of the year but
a small warm happy feeling deep down in my cockles knowing this is
the season to be thankful and you know what I am.
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