Happy Day After Thanksgiving! Most years I try and blog on Thanksgiving Day, it is a hit and miss kind of thing. We are truly thankful so many things especially in the year 2020. That crazy ding dong virus has changed our way of life, sometimes for the frustrating and sometimes for the better. Yet in it all, we gave thanks yesterday and we are still giving thanks today.
Our Thanksgiving Day really was no different than the ones we've had in the recent past. Since it is just the two of us, we do celebrate it differently than families with so many extended family members. Until 2012 this season was just a counting of days, not Advent, to endure. Get through Thanksgiving...check, Christmas, check, father's birthday, check and Roy's birthday, check. Then a little reprieve. The season was marked by being around my father more and that my friends, can be too much to sustain and be subject to. So some years we came up here and did the Biltmore Thanksgiving thing, but in 2012 we were free to our own devices. We began a tradition of going to the Bass Pro Shop since they are open on Thanksgiving and then driving around the countryside before returning home. Last year, we were in Houston, and we did that plus Buc-ees. Since we don't live near a Bass Pro Shop here, we went to the Big Lots Thanksgiving morning sale. We were not planning on that but we discovered on Thanksgiving our garbage disposal wasn't working and a slight backup in the kitchen drain. We didn't own a plunger, we do now, so we went to Big Lots with a 15% off coupon and came home with more Christmas decorations that were 25% off, plus the 15%... As we loaded the car I said to Roy, that was the most expensive plunger ever. We came home and ate a snack lunch of cocktail weenies in a sugar free BBQ sauce. They were delicious. I began working outside and Roy finished up emptying the cabinet under the sink. When he finished that, we planted lenten roses in the back, moved the hammock stand, and pulled the last of the plants and weeds out of two small flowerbeds in the back. We put together a small Christmas tree and a lighted truck Christmas decoration for outside. Our plans had been to do some more work in the house after our delicious Thanksgiving meal, but we were pooped. We opted to watching the delightful reruns of Laverne and Shirley. Roy introduced me to Pluto TV.
Roy is back among the land of the living. His reaction to a new med and a new diet hit on Monday and it wasn't pretty and we were a bit concerned. Roy rarely feels bad, so it is not a usual thing. He turned a corner on Monday night, endured Tuesday and began to see the light in the land of the living on Wednesday morning. He rested and took it easy all day which is not the Roy way. He is back 99% today and I am thankful his Dr appointment is next week.
Even with some extended days of rest, we have been able to get so many of our to do projects done. Just a few more today and nothing is too energy stealing or strenuous.
Wednesday though held some worrisome thoughts with the ferals. Hector Protector didn't show up for treat time, and that is not unusual. Late riser. When HP didn't show up for breakfast, I was concerned. That is not like him. I kept an eye out for him all day and when evening mealtime rolled around, and HP was a no show, well...I was sad and preparing myself for the worse. I could not help but think of Cali who I found by the side of the road in 2018 the day before Thanksgiving. Gramps wasn't around either. He is so small I figured he had been spotted by a hawk...I can't even think about that. That pesky gravel road held appeal for HP of late and so has the road out front. Thankfully, this story ends well because HP was front and center for treat time yesterday morning, meal times and hung around with me while putting out garland and planting. This morning Gramps showed up for treat time. I don't know where they wander off to but love it so when they wander back into the yard.
While I would love to write a little more breakfast beckons. Roy is fixing bacon and eggs. Don't want to miss out on that.
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