It’s kind of gray and nippy this morning.
In Canada, this is Thanksgiving weekend ,
so most people get three days off.
It doesn’t apply to me,
I always work Saturdays and have Mondays free.
In my family, Thanksgiving was never a big deal,
mom would roast a bird and,
we would eat too much and sleep in on Monday.
Things haven’t changed much,
except for the size and the kind of bird,
these days we do chicken rather than turkey.
Turkeys are too big for two people.
As all of us get older,
I find myself being more and more grateful for what we have.
I don’t know if I ever mentioned but,
I’m an only child.
Although, I have an extended family to whom I am close,
and friends who are like family,
my tribe consists of my mom and I.
A couple of years ago,
circumstances were such,
that my mom and I moved in together.
I sort of saw it as a failure on my part,
a middle aged woman living with her mother,
kind of lame,
I have since reconsidered.
Mom and I,
take care of each other,
and keep each other company,
we ward off loneliness and,
share chores and responsibilities.
I worry about her health,
she worries about my happiness.
I guess we are each other’s port in a storm.
When I look around and see,
how many people are estranged from their families,
or just plain lonely and unloved,
I know that I am loved and always have been,
I have much to be thankfull for,
thanks mom.
Later girls
BB
