Monday is the actual day, but we celebrate on whichever part of the long weekend works best around work and such. No such things as long holiday weekends for certain professions, you know. Richard works straight day shifts at the moment, so his work schedule doesn’t really matter. But we’re celebrating a day early anyway so that he can be at home to salivate at the aroma of the bird as it cooks. Apparently it’s not the same when he comes in from work at food appearing on table time, as the aroma-induced anticipation is as important as the gastronomic experience for him. Which suits me fine as Sunday is, and always will be, my preference. It was always a Sunday thing as I grew up and old habits die hard.
But I am letting go of one habit this time around and it will be chicken on the table tomorrow, rather than the usual turkey. The last couple of “special occasion” turkeys from the supermarket left a lot to be desired. So, everyone agreed that the plump, straight from a farmer, free-range chicken sitting in the freezer would be preferable. It’s about the same size as our usual turkey anyway, so no compromise, really. Pumpkin pies are made and all other feast items are on hand, so we’re set.
Now the trick will be to get the meal on the table before the knees give way. Perhaps a mid-afternoon meal might be in order as it will be pushing it to wait for our usual supper time. The evil virus isn’t gone, after all, and has chosen to rear its ugly head again in the past couple of days. I suppose that it would be more correct to refer to it as a syndrome resulting from a virus at this point, but whatever. Virus/syndrome, it’s an annoyance either way. Oh well, this still qualifies as progress since there has been a gap of a few weeks since the last really noticeable relapse. Hopefully the longer time between relapses also means a shorter limp as a noodle spell as it’s the wrong time to be lacking energy. The snow and cold that we had for a few days this week gave way lovely to Indian Summer today, which should hang around for a couple of weeks, hopefully longer. But we’ve had the warning that must be heeded. Winter’s coming and it’s now a race against Old Man Winter to get the autumn chores done before he arrives for the long return visit.
But what’s a long-lasting virus/syndrome compared to all that’s good this weekend and every day? It’s not life-threatening, just inconvenient, and inconveniences are nothing in the grand scheme of things. So, fie on bugs and syndromes. It’s Thanksgiving weekend and I’m giving thanks. I have it all, really – good health otherwise, a wonderful husband, a fabulous daughter, great friends scattered around the globe, a cosy home, all of the creature comforts that I need, and on it goes. Not much left to complain about, is there?
Oh, and one more thing to be thankful for – the leftovers from a Thanksgiving meal! No cooking on Monday … and maybe not on Tuesday, either. Good thing I’ve never learned to scale down from cooking for a large family on special occasions. 🙂