Journaling: Well, I had a nice long, leisurely day getting ready for tomorrow's first atypical Gardener Unblended Family Traditional Friday Thanksgiving Dinner. Cleaning, cooking, setting up - the usual. ipod cranking all day. Still have to skip about 1 out of every 3 songs when on shuffle ("No, no, NO, I don't want to hear that song, thankyewverymuch!"). And as I just typed those words, Elton John's "The One" just came on; I'll be right back...
Both sons called. S,33 calls from the road going from home in Colorado, to Dallas. I didn't ask. He's a real bohemian, that boy with a big heart (but a story for another day). S,31 called. He'll be with us tomorrow (sans GS,4 and recent WAW/DIL) along with my B, SIL, Nephews, 33 & 26.
I had invited STBW's Sis and family to come over for desert like they have for almost all 17 years. She declined - warmly - via email this morning.
After dessert on TDay and Christmas Eve, S,31 always sings accompanied on the piano by N,33. Tradition. Two weeks ago, STBXW came over w/movers and took the piano (hers).
No calls or e-mail from StepS or D. But perhaps they will call tomorrow on "our" traditional TDay.
Checked in on the boards on and off throughout the day, chiming in occasionally.
Just before I sat down for this post a recent memory surfaced. I was watching CBS Sunday Morning in March. Some very old mucky-muck in the NY Arts scene was being interviewed. Don't know who/what he was (lyricist?), didn't recognize the name at all. At one point the interviewer mentions and offers condolences over the recent passing of this gentleman's gay partner of some 60+ years.
Paraphrasing/remembering, here: "How did you last that long? What's the secret?" Well, this gentleman looks at the interviewer like he had two heads and responded immediately, "We never gave up on each other; we never quit on each other. That's the problem these days: everybody gives up on each other."
Hope all of you people who - like this gentlemen and his departed love - never give up, never quit, had as good a Thanksgiving Day as possible. Tomorrow, I will do the same and give a first-time Thanks to The Lord for all of you.
G'night.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac