Thanksgiving Day

The morning has dawned gray and drizzly with snow expected later. It was snowing in Big Rapids yesterday, but little made it this far. I slept till about 8:30 after a night of wild dreams, including one of buildings falling apart because the stories weren't properly bolted together. Another dream had me auditioning for various roles in some play, even though I'm not an actor.

I've been watching the Thanksgiving Day parade (hard to call it a parade when it's mostly one musical act after another) and drinking coffee. We made apple-cinnamon pancakes and ham slices for breakfast, and now I feel too full and sluggish. Later, if we ever get hungry, we'll head to Cracker Barrel for Thanksgiving dinner. The Saints and the Cowboys are playing around 4 p.m., so we'll likely nap and watch and bemoan our over-consumption of food.

The phone rang a short while ago, and we rushed to answer, thinking it was a family member wishing us Happy Thanksgiving, but it was a stupid local furniture store robo-call, touting their Black Friday specials. GRRRR! Why in the world would they ruin someone's holiday that way?!!!

My younger son drove down to spend the holiday with my older son, something that has become a tradition for them. On one hand, I'm glad they've made their own family tradition since we can't be close enough to share more than one holiday a year with them. On the other, I am once again filled with anger and homesickness because we are not together the way we once were.

My older son has taken the GMAT in preparation for applying to a Ph.D. program in business, specifically Logistics/Transportation Management. He scored reasonably well, 560, not as high as his dad had done (over 600), but then, that was what his dad did on his second try. He scored only 520 his first try. (He was sick that day.)

My younger son seems happy to be an apprentice to his friend's dad, a silversmith, so on this day of thanks, that's a biggie. He has thought about doing his own work and starting his own business eventually.

My mother-in-law is sick, a bad cough and fluid on her lungs. We worry a lot about her. I told my husband that he is free to fly down to see her this Christmas, but I was not sure I wanted to go. It gets harder and harder to face the Spring Semester if I don't get some rest over the Christmas break.

Lots more I could say, and maybe I will later. Right now, there are sales circulars from the newspaper to ponder. Not like I will get out and go shopping (I made that mistake yesterday--boy, what traffic!). I just went to JoAnne's Fabrics to try to get some Saints motif fleece, but they didn't have any. Didn't stop me from getting some other things, though. I got a bit of pink fleece to make a snuggie for a baby.