This morning was a powerful one; as the kids slept, I cleaned and pondered. I had spoken with my mother earlier, a nice talk, and I mentioned some regrets I had in not introducing my kids to some of the traditions I had experienced growing up. Yet given the current happenings, these seemed superficial, despite their importance to me. My children have never woken up in fear, they have never been abused, they know that above all else, they are so deeply loved by their parents. I considered these things, and was grateful that I can
still teach them the other traditions.
I opened my DVDS from my friend and found, much to my joyous surprise, he had also included a Mother Hips from near 7 years ago. As I continued cleaning, the Hips sang along and I remembered how fun shows used to be. Man, it’s been a long almost 6 months (sorta).
L came by to pick up Girl child. He gave me a looong hug. Man, human contact sure feels nice. I thanked him and Ethan and I began our Thanksgiving cooking. The chestnuts were the toughest part – we discovered later that the twenty dollars worth I bought would not be considered to be money well-spent. The inner skin is to attached to the meat of it to provide good enough results. We must have peeled for an hour. I taught him how to make the stuffing and gave him instruction on how to make the red cabbage (the reason he stays here each year).
About an hour and a half later, we were nicely surprised with deliciously moist chicken (so there is a propose to brining) and the rest of the meal. I treated myself to very
small helpings of the stuffing, red cabbage, chicken, cranberry jelly and half a piece of bread. As delicious as the food was, I came to the conclusion that I have a very unhealthy relationship with food. Great day to do this, I know.
Ethan and I were stuffed, despite my small portion. I know the whole tryptophan/turkey concept isn’t legitimate (there is as much tryptophan in other meats – like chicken), that the tired feeling is from eating so much, but I almost dozed in my recliner (2nd time in as many days). The Boy suggested we watch “Interstelar”, which we did. Tomorrow it’s back to the books. By this time, my exam, for better or worse, will be over (unless I have to retake it). I am extremely disturbed by this country and what is going on regarding the North Dakota pipeline: Native Americans are being assaulted with rubber bullets and water in freezing weather over trying to protect the Earth. Saying “Happy Thanksgiving” doesn’t feel quite the same this year.
Picture: Hanging out watching a movie; Our beautiful day. ❤
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