11/26/98

Thanksgiving is such an excellent holiday. A four day weekend, my number one favorite meal of the year, and the weather outside is usually frightful which pleases me no end. I love nothing better than to fall asleep as rain pelts the windows and thunder rumbles in the distance. I don't mind dashing around doing errands or walking the dog while it's gusting and blowing, either. Remember, I'm a native Seattlite. Anything less than storms will not do for November. I'm in a wonderful mood. I always am, after eating my own body weight in turkey, dressing, potatos, gravy, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. Notice the lack of green vegetables in that list. I bought, but forgot to make until I was too tired to deal with, bok choy and zucchini. Eh, well, we'll have it tomorrow with leftovers.

We don't say grace at my house, nor did we when I was growing up, but it's a nice idea. I'm grateful for quite a few things: my father's recovery from cancer, our moving back to the Bay Area, the constant love and companionship of my husband and our three pets, living only one area code away from my best friend Denise again, my excellent and well-paying job, being near many of my favorite people and having a social life once more, and the pleasures this online diary has brought including meeting lots of interesting diarists, reading some very fine writers, and hearing from my very fine audience.

Happy Thanksgiving.