My Thanksgiving this year was lovely. We went to my aunt and uncle’s house and I ate enough turkey and carbs to fuel a small country for a week. Okay, I’m exaggerating. Obviously. I didn’t eat that much turkey.
Chandler is away at college in Washington D.C. and didn’t come home. It’s too far, too expensive, and he’ll be home in two weeks for winter break. He was invited to my friend’s for dinner (she lives in Virginia) and to a couple of teammates houses for the weekend, but declined all offers and stayed in the dorms with what seemed like very few others. (Most of the kids at his school are east coasters.) He wasn’t sad, so I tried not to be sad even though he probably had Easy Mac & microwave popcorn for dinner. I missed him like crazy but am so thankful he is living his dream.
Because I knew what I’d be eating, I went to the 5:30 AM boot camp class on Wednesday and the 90 minute 7:00 AM boot camp class on Thanksgiving Day, but skipped the 5:30 AM boot camp class on Friday morning and went on a hike with my friend Rita instead. (Not at 5:30 AM in case you’re wondering.) We were supposed to do a five-mile loop, but got lost twice and according to my step-keeper walked over ten miles. Then we went to brunch. Saturday I went to kickboxing, but Sunday I blew off my walk with my running group. Yes, you read that correctly, I said, walk with my running group. Some of us are walking now. Don’t judge. Walking is better for you anyway. Want proof? Read this article. (And ignore the fact that it has a picture of an
old lady mature woman running.) I am thankful that at age 50 I am able to move my body so much. (Even if I was too tired to move it on Sunday morning.)
Friday night Dave, Marley and I went over to Rita’s house for pie and games. Rita’s sister was there with her eight year old daughter and Rita’s neighbor came over too. We played Guesstures, which is basically charades. When the game was over and Rita’s sister and niece left, instead of leaving like good people and good parents Marley convinced us to stay so we could play Cards Against Humanity. I knew what it was, but had never played before, and really should know better about letting Marley talk me into such things. If you are unfamiliar with the game their slogan is: A party game for horrible people. The game is simple. Each round, one player asks a question from a black card, and everyone else answers with their funniest white card. It’s like Apples to Apples, but wrong. So very, very wrong.
Here are some examples of the combinations you might come up with:
These are actually some pretty tame combinations. If I screenshotted some of the more risque ones I’d forever live in fear of child protective services knocking on my door. But Marley has played the game before. (At school!) And as we all know, there are some parents that buy booze for their kid’s parties because “everybody does it” and “all kids drink anyway” (newsflash: everybody does NOT and all kids DON’T). I’m not that parent. So if I play a party game with my fifteen year old where possible answers could be assless chaps or foreskin, I guess I’m not the worst parent in the world (and I’m thankful for that).
Saturday night we went to my friend Arlyne’s for her annual Saturday night Thanksgiving and steal-the-presents bingo. Rita was there and Lisa (who says I never write about her in my blog) was there which meant I laughed a lot, because Arlyne and Rita and Lisa always make me laugh. Once again I ate too much and drank too much, but felt so happy and blessed that a retail job in the 80’s netted me life-long friendships with some amazingly awesome people.
Sunday I’d like to say that I detoxed, but I had leftover butternut squash lasagna and cheesecake for breakfast and two glasses of wine with dinner. I did do laundry and wrote a little (very little) and dusted the TV. It was a lazy day. After dinner Dave and I watched the movie About Time, which was written and directed by Richard Curtis, who wrote and directed Love Actually. (Which everyone knows is one of the best movies ever!) I loved it (British humor is the best) and balled like a baby at the sentimentality of it. At 9:00 I was too tired to watch The Walking Dead and was so thankful for my DVR.
My life is not perfect. In fact, if you want to know the truth it is riddled with problems and stress and is oftentimes hard. (Like, impossibly fucking hard.) But every day I take the time to recognize what I am thankful for, both big and small.
The beauty of the sunrise or a desert flower in a parking lot planter.
The laughter I experience when I’m with my good friends.
A gym with kick-ass classes and kick-ass people.
Children who are happy and healthy.
A husband who still makes me laugh and think even after knowing him for over 26 years.
Parents who are healthy. And wonderful.
Music that makes me sing along and dance in the kitchen. (Did I forget to tell you about Marley catching me dancing and singing in the kitchen when I was making sweet potatoes?)
My Snuggie that keeps me warm as I binge watch TV.
Wine that is cheap, but still pretty damn good.
No, my life is not perfect, far from it. But it’s also pretty wonderful. Really wonderful. I know that I am so lucky. And I choose to be thankful for all that I have – big and small. Not just on Thanksgiving, but every day.
Every. Single. Day.
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10 thoughts on “Thanksgiving is Over but I’m Still Thankful”
I love you, my friend. Thanks for keeping things real and beautiful even though it’s sometimes impossibly hard.
These small moments you captured, this slice-of-life Thanksgiving, were just perfect.
p.s. We played Cards Against Humanity over the break, too. I agree that it’s horrible and hilarious. And horrible. #foreskin
p.s. I’m so excited for you that Chandler will be home soon. XOXO
So horrible, yet so hilarious. Cards Against Humanity that is, not life. Although…
I love you right back!
I love this! You made me laugh out loud at least twice and then get a little teary eyed. I would like to play CAH with you and Julie sometime. Laughter is the best.
Two LOLs and a teary eye? I call that a trifecta. (And no greater compliment, thank you Kim.) And yes, CAH with you and Julie (and the rest of the WST) is a definite MUST!
Thank you for sharing the brilliance of little moments that make up a wonderful life. Life isn’t supposed to be easy. I often wish growing pains were instead growing giggles but oh well….
Your life is rich and beautiful and the fact that you can see that most days is a gift. I love you my friend and I love sharing our moments together as we walk through our gift….
You are a gift, Rina. Truly. My life is fuller and better because I know you. And I am so very grateful.
the simple things are oh-so-significant…
like wine & games ( inappropriate!) & pink flowers!
It is one of my greatest wishes to one day drink wine (and maybe even play inappropriate games) with you, Kim!
Hi Charlene! So great meeting you over Thanksgiving. You blog is awesome. Thanks for sharing! Renee Saifer
Thank you so much Renee! It was great meeting you too! (Arlyne always throws a FAB party.) Thanks so much for checking out my blog.