Sometimes the stars, moon, sun, calendar, events and people just seem to fall into a wonderful alignment. It could be my lucky day.
If you get those three cherry symbols to line up on your slot machine in the casino - it's called a JACKPOT!
If you get your birthday, Thanksgiving, family, friends and neighbors to fall into a wonderful alignment as I did this past November 23rd - it's called a Thanks-Birth-Giving-Day Cosmic Party Feast Alignment. It was my lucky day!
On our fridge we always have a picture calendar hanging on the freezer door. Yeah, we have calendar apps on our phones too, but as an old curmudgeon, I like to have the month laid out before me as I open the fridge door to grab a pitcher of OJ. Besides, phone apps are not for "old people", and as I glance at the November calendar on the fridge I am reminded that I am getting to be an "old people", I'll be 60 on Thursday the 23rd. And hey, that is also Thanksgiving Day, 2017. What a coincidence. How should I handle this upcoming, two-fisted day of food, fun, feting, feasting, family and friends and otherwise fine folks? Sounds like it could be an alliterative f'in good time, eh?
Anticipation for the events on the 23rd kept increasing as we got word from son Grant that he would arrange to fly out of New York on Wednesday night and arrive back in Dallas at 5 til midnight. He'd just started a job as a feature writer for Wall Street 24/7 on October 1, and had no vacation to spend until 6 months on the job, so for him it would be in at the last minute of Wednesday 11/22, Thanksgiving and then quickly back to NY City on Saturday. The question remained, what takes precedence, Thanksgiving or birthday? It's my birthday, so I get to decide.
The precedence problem was not much of a problem; as I see it, what is better than inviting fine folks to your party? Why, being invite to their party of course! Such was the cosmic alignment of the coming day, Grant's best girl was also flying in from New York to Houston for Thanksgiving with her family, and we were all invited to come on down to share the holiday with them. I decided to make Thanksgiving the big event and my birthday a lesser hurrah. Sue baked a couple of pies, pecan and pumpkin, which slept in the backseat along with Grant as we left Garland earlyish morning on Thursday for Thanksgiving with Kaileen and her family north of Houston. We had done this 3 1/2 hour trip a couple years back and had a fine time with Kaileen's family, including her brother, two grandmothers and a grandfather there. We would stay over Thanksgiving night with them, working off the tryptophan and serotonin stupor, before returning north on Friday.
Glenda prepared a sumptuous meal for all of us. The dinner bell was rung in the late afternoon as we gathered to give thanks and then tuck in to the wonderful spread before us, turkey, ham and all of the fixin's with a glass (or two) of wine all around - saving a smidgen of room for Sue's pie desserts.
After the meal has settled a bit, we adjourned to the pool deck where we played a few games of corn-hole, tossing beanbags onto sloped boards and trying to drop our bag through the hole across the patio. I did not win at corn-hole, even though it was my birthday.
We stepped out into the mild Houston sunshine and walked along the canals, fountains and sculptures installed in the planned community of The Woodlands, where our hosts, the Gauls, live. It was a very good afternoon. After the sun retired, we put sweaters and sweatshirts on, filled our glasses with a Chardonnay and gathered around the patio fire pit for conversation. To me this was a perfect start to my sixtieth decade; good to have had a good meal, gotten a few jesting age-themed cards, settled in around an open flame with a glass of wine and enjoy everyone there, and especially delighted to see Grant and Kaileen happy together and comfortable amongst their elders.
God bless us everyone! And a joyous Thanks-Birth-Giving-Day to me!
If you get those three cherry symbols to line up on your slot machine in the casino - it's called a JACKPOT!
If you get your birthday, Thanksgiving, family, friends and neighbors to fall into a wonderful alignment as I did this past November 23rd - it's called a Thanks-Birth-Giving-Day Cosmic Party Feast Alignment. It was my lucky day!
On our fridge we always have a picture calendar hanging on the freezer door. Yeah, we have calendar apps on our phones too, but as an old curmudgeon, I like to have the month laid out before me as I open the fridge door to grab a pitcher of OJ. Besides, phone apps are not for "old people", and as I glance at the November calendar on the fridge I am reminded that I am getting to be an "old people", I'll be 60 on Thursday the 23rd. And hey, that is also Thanksgiving Day, 2017. What a coincidence. How should I handle this upcoming, two-fisted day of food, fun, feting, feasting, family and friends and otherwise fine folks? Sounds like it could be an alliterative f'in good time, eh?
Anticipation for the events on the 23rd kept increasing as we got word from son Grant that he would arrange to fly out of New York on Wednesday night and arrive back in Dallas at 5 til midnight. He'd just started a job as a feature writer for Wall Street 24/7 on October 1, and had no vacation to spend until 6 months on the job, so for him it would be in at the last minute of Wednesday 11/22, Thanksgiving and then quickly back to NY City on Saturday. The question remained, what takes precedence, Thanksgiving or birthday? It's my birthday, so I get to decide.
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| Grant flies home to Garland for Thanskgiving Then up early on Thursday for the drive to be with Kaileen and her family near Houston |
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| Oh Goodie! It is a Thanks-Birth-Giving-Day Celebration Pies in the Gaul's kitchen are ready for post-feat serving |
After the meal has settled a bit, we adjourned to the pool deck where we played a few games of corn-hole, tossing beanbags onto sloped boards and trying to drop our bag through the hole across the patio. I did not win at corn-hole, even though it was my birthday.
We stepped out into the mild Houston sunshine and walked along the canals, fountains and sculptures installed in the planned community of The Woodlands, where our hosts, the Gauls, live. It was a very good afternoon. After the sun retired, we put sweaters and sweatshirts on, filled our glasses with a Chardonnay and gathered around the patio fire pit for conversation. To me this was a perfect start to my sixtieth decade; good to have had a good meal, gotten a few jesting age-themed cards, settled in around an open flame with a glass of wine and enjoy everyone there, and especially delighted to see Grant and Kaileen happy together and comfortable amongst their elders.
God bless us everyone! And a joyous Thanks-Birth-Giving-Day to me!
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