Thanksgiving is 2 weeks from tomorrow, and I’m still not sure where I’ll land. I’ve gotten a few enticing offers, which both involve lots of driving, and I’m leaning towards staying close to home. My motto: when in doubt, cook. So I’m considering a small gathering at my place, if I can wrangle up enough friends. What to wear is the easy part.
Married friends of mine have been visiting for the weekend. Instead of the vacation they imagined, one of them ended up in the emergency room. Everything’s going to be fine. But as I watched my girlfriend sit for days by her husband’s bed, holding his hand, and being the all-important advocate in the hospital, I had a flash of anxious self pity. Who would do that for me? If only my dog could call for the nurse.
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It’s time to meditate. Or have a martini. Which do you suggest?
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A few years ago, I was ridiculed by a 13-year old for handing out Nestle Crunch and Mounds Bars on Halloween. “Those candies are so, yesterday,” she said. It’s true. I based my choice on wanting the leftovers. But I hadn’t realized until this was bluntly pointed out to me, that candy is a generational thing. I thought about that last week when I decided to go with the bag of Snickers. And I was relieved to see, according to the Candy Hierarchy chart that this selection is 2011 top tier.
I learned a new word today. Pangram. That means a sentence, like the one above, that combines all the letters of the alphabet. I’ve checked, and this one really does. And besides that, it’s got truth.
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