Thanksgiving for One, Please
I spent this holiday solo, pretty much by choice. I had some family say — come on up, come join, but between hearing what turned out to be an inaccurate early forecast of some bad weather and feeling just kind of comfortable at home, so I stayed. This is not a feel bad story, because I actually never felt alone.
OK well maybe a little since I was doing all the cooking and cleaning. I
I found the smallest turkey I could get. Truth be told, I could have gotten by with a Cornish game hen, but oh no, there must be leftovers. Mashed potatoes, peas, stuffing, homemade gravy, carrots and broccoli rounded things out. My mental math on when to do what even worked out. Perfect and my reward was a fine plate of Get Ready to Nap.
Somewhere in my reasonable facsimile of maturity, the idea of dishes in the sink too long, has caused me to constantly clean as a I go. I’m certainly not a neat freak but it’s like I hold this one thing to show myself, well you could be if you wanted. By the time I actually ate, there were few things left to clean after.
OK, that’s the mechanics of it, what about the part of not feeling, poor me, all alone on the holiday. It’s a mindset. I did all that cooking do it felt like Thanksgiving. I tend to cook a lot extra anyway and make quick meals with leftovers often anyway. Not this much, but looking forward to Thanksgiving leftovers is part of the feeling.
I also thought a lot about people. My daughters have moved out of MA. What was really good was knowing they are both doing well and that made me smile. One of them sent me a photo of the squash rolls she made for her friends, that went over big. It was not Thanksgiving here without squash rolls and they both carry that little bit with them. I was thinking about when they ere young and we’d be driving somewhere for the holiday and always hearing Alice’s Restaurant in the car.
Memories made the room feel full. I lost my uncle a couple weeks back, someone who was immeasurable help to me from a young age on. I lost my dad when I was 13 and he had great affection for the Leibowitz brothers. He was a graduate of Boston English, I went to Boston Latin for a couple years and we would go Thanksgiving morning to their rivalry football game. Now Latin usually won. This afternoon I checked the score and …. and…. his beloved English team beat Latin today. It was one of those smile through the fresh hurt moments.
Having a day where I could just think about how lucky I have been to have some wonderful people and experiences in my life, is a good day and a day you do not feel alone.
And I pulled off getting the turkey noodle soup done by 6PM. No distractions will do that 😁.