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Saturday, November 28, 2009

Turkey is gone, 'cept the soup

I'm sitting in my studio.
It is very late on Saturday night.

I missed telling you Happy Thanksgiving.

Now that the turkey is gone,
and all that remains
is the soup I made today from the last bits of leftovers,
I figured I ought to at least write a line or two

to wish you some cheer to wrap up the end of your weekend.

It's the least I could do, after all, and we know I'm pretty good at that.

The pie is finished as well. I only made one; apple. For the two of us, alone for the weekend.
Pie was sure good for breakfast, lunch and dinner, (but only after it was first enjoyed for dessert!)

The lights went up today. The tree became glorious. Hot buttered rum was well featured for the occasion. I used every decoration this year. We needed it.

We need to decorate,
to celebrate,
to linger,
to feel festive.

Yep, it's coming back to me now. That beautiful, wonderful, energetic feeling. I have waited so long.

Ahh, I will treasure this moment!

On to Christmas.
At last!

1 comment:

  1. It is so great to follow you, I don't think I told you how much I appreciated your writing about me and with so little material. Thank you. I was delighted with your observations and you are so eloquent.


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