Freely admitted glutton here. Thanksgiving didn't go exactly according to plan, but I should have expected that, since none of my plans ever go as planned. I didn't get to sleep in (shocker). I was able to go visit Olivia's grave and get her mini Christmas tree in place. If her stuff is done, it really doesn't matter if I ever get mine finished.
Although, I really want to decorate a tree. For most of my adult life, I put up my Christmas tree Thanksgiving night or the day after. Things were a little schedule-challenged the past few years. I work at the hospital this weekend, so even that is totally out of the picture. I am not lazy! I went and dug through the storage building this morning. I found two boxes of the decorations. Alas, I worked at the mall on this dreaded black Friday, so I'm stuck for now.
As for the food, it was delish. I went crazy over the yeast rolls. I could have eaten a whole pan. There was a super yummy chocolate pie and fab pumpkin pie, too. I've never been the Thanksgiving nap person. But, yesterday, I crawled up on my Mother-in-law's bed wrapped in a blankie and sacked out! I didn't even watch football!
My resolve had been to enjoy the day and not focus on the hurt. The hurt is always there. I wish people got that, REALLY got that. I cried a lot yesterday. I cried a lot last night. I've cried a lot today. Sometimes, the old wounds weep, regardless of our resolve to keep them shut. At best, those around us have emotional salve and bandages ready. At worst, they say they weren't a part of that time or something insensitive like that (come on Joanie, Joey, Steph....you know what I mean) and expect you to 'get over it'.
I think this is why gluttony would be the 1 of the 7 deadly sins I associate myself with. I gravitate toward it easily. Food can't hurt me. Food can't talk back. Yay pie!
p.s. Let's not forget the best ending of this afternoon....M to tha D-E-A. Halllelueria!