Well, it’s Thanksgiving Eve. The turkey is mostly thawed. I have pulled all the nasty bits out of the cavity and cut the pieces off I really think they should have cut off at the turkey processing plant. The brine is boiled and ready to go. (I have to say it’s stinkier this year than I remember. Hope that’s not a bad sign.) Brent has baked his pie for our Harvest Festival of Praise at church tonight. Colin has practiced his song for the event.
He and Brent are singing a tough one this year. They got inspired at s’daughter Shelby’s performance of Godspell and are singing “All Good Gifts” which turned out to be more challenging than they thought at first. They will do just fine. They will, no doubt, make me cry.
I’m not sure I have put the proper amount of energy into this year’s dinner plans. We cleaned last weekend, but I don’t feel very organized. I guess, there’s not much left to do now that I have wrangled the still frozen neck out of the turkey butt. (Oh, that doesn’t sound very tasty, does it?)
I have so much to be thankful for, I am afraid if I start listing all the things you will feel a little ill and turn away. I made a list last week. That was a nice start.
I am thankful for you beloved reader . . . friends and loved ones . . . I know you’re out there. I am so glad we have time for these little chats.