I find that early morning is the best time for me to get things done. I got up at 5:50 AM this morning and went through a lot of junk that I had been meaning to get to for the past week. I just don't have the interest or energy by 9:00 PM, I guess it just seems too much like work and I've already spent all day doing that. Sometimes I question the forty hour work week. Do I really need to be at work for eight hours in a day? That is a lot of time to fill every day. I think with more efficiency the work week could be less, and I would love that.
So Thanksgiving is just going to be the three of us. We were supposed to visit with friends of mine from work but their whole family just got sick. To make a long story short we decided not to risk it with Daisy's history of lung infections. This will be our smallest Thanksgiving ever. Whenever I picture Thanksgiving I always imagine it to be at my Uncle Bob and Aunt Marie's. I don't think we celebrated at their house more than any other? I guess it always seemed like the warmest place, it did always seem like the most crowded and I think I liked that. All this family packed in and enjoying a nice big meal together. The whole day was just about spending time with family without any distractions. I think Christmas wasn't as relaxing it always was more hectic.
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Perhaps I am showing my misanthropic side, but a cozy little thanksgiving sounds pretty nice!
Growing up, thanksgiving was always at my house- in fact, we never had the house-to-house visiting thing at all. I do remember enjoying having everyone around, but there is always a family "issue" raised...and no one in my entire family (including extended and married-ins) are ones to shy away from a battle! Everyone is always right. And my father ALWAYS played the role of rabble-rouser- not that he was actually interested in whatever the heated discussion was about, just wanted to fan the flames and watch the sparks fly. SO maybe that's why a thanksgiving of smaller proportions sounds appealing!
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