Tuesday, November 22, 2011
My friends are married, and they get to stay that way, if they choose. One of the great joys in the universe, how much choice we have to choose love. a choice.
There was a sunny repast in the village wherein I sat outside, ate a croissant and took my coat off. In November sun, anything is possible.
Now we prepare for our two-turkey Thanksgiving, because they are small and the people are not. :)
Oh how I love this food-ed holiday, and oh how I love all the reminders of what we are thankful for. . . because there is so much, all the tiny, all the enormous.
christmas lights are doing their damndest to 'lurk' but we all know how delightful they are, so the 'lurk' holds no menace, and we begin a giggle early...
Thanksgiving always works out, even full of changes, surprises, upsets, upheavals... the simplicity of the meal, the gatherings big and small, and it always works out, always. that too, is a choice.
I bet they all are.