The celebration of Thanks was pretty unusual this year. Several people who are single, and normally kind of 'at loose ends' were invited to come lunch with us: but they all had better offers, made other plans, declined, went elsewhere. So despite my best efforts to get up a crowd to gather 'round the table and share a meal, it did not happen. The 'good news' is hours and hours were not devoted to shopping, prep and cooking for a crowd to come and eat themselves into misery - and there is not a monumental pile of leftovers waiting to fall out on my foot tomorrow, demanding attention.
So as things turned out, it was just the two of us, who seem to have a hard time entertaining ourselves. I had even made an effort at sounding sufficiently un-invited and lonesome all day at Publix on Wednesday, telling people I did not have any plans to cook and was not expecting the company of family or friends, and wondering where we would go for lunch: hoping to wangle an invitation from someone who thought we needed care and attention, as well as feeding.... but, No, it was 'just us chickens'. Eating a mostly non-traditional meal that few would recognize as being 'traditional' (except for the celery with cream cheese/olives and apple salad).
Is that not pitiful?
No, not really. I am thankful, and, in spite of being hopelessly math-impaired, continually attempt to count my blessings.
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