over the river and through the woods

to the sand dunes we go??!
Well, that is, if we ever brave the rain and actually pack our piles out to the toy hauler. Yes, it's a dark & wet day...makes me crave just-out-of-the-oven cookies and a comfy window perch, good book in hand. The truck window might do...will have to do..and the pie in my oven is almost done baking. The big feat will be nudging Jim out of his cozy reading spot this morning. It's just a homey sort of day. The sort where I'm stalling packing my goods out (to the toy hauler (in the rain)).
It's no secret that I've been reticent about Thanksgiving at the dunes this year. And when I review my reasons, it doesn't add up. We love our Scott dune trips. The boys are easy. We get to relax. Family is everywhere. Then it hit me...the only other time we Thanksgivinged at the dunes was. not. fun. No time for the story now, but here's a quick glimpse: picture me & Jim shouting it out in front of a whole bunch of folded-armed-ready-to-bless-the-feast folk. And I'm really much more of a shout it out in private type. Mortifying. And all about mashed potatoes.
Almost as mortifying as the fact that I paid $50 for a $22 turkey this year. I needed a fresh one last Tuesday to take to the meat processing place where they magically smoke turkey into something much more divine. There are three grocery stores near my house. I called all and only one carried fresh turkeys. I needed it (and Now), so I didn't blink at the $48 tag on the bird.
[Interruption: Jim just came in. From his cozy. And he looked at me. No doubt wondering why I'm blogging when we plan to leave in an hour. So I say, "I don't know why I'm blogging when we plan to leave in an hour." And he says, "Because people have all kinds of emotional problems." So I nod. So he continues, "And we just happen to exhibit most of them." Indeed.]
Anyhow...if anyone is still reading this ramble...I dropped off my giant, expensive turkey. And the next day I went to Costco. Where the same bird wore a $22 tag. Damn him. Or them. Or whatever.
And now Jim is in the bedroom singing a song about my frontal cortex something-or-other. I'm not sure what that means. But I can guess what he means.
I'm sure we'll get to packing out sometime today.
Reader Comments (15)
I hope your Dunes trip is fun (rainless -- that would be not fun), and that your spendy turkey is worth it with every bite, and that any shouting this year is discreet. :)
Today I blogged about our Thanksgiving together in 1993. Very thankful for you, my friend!
Happy Thanksgiving!
This was a delight to read...I'm considering it my Thanksgiving gift.
I can't imagine hotdogging it at the dunes so I'm astounded at the thought of Thanksgiving it there...you are a wonder.
And I can't imagine anything more important to fight over than the mashed potatoes. Dave and I had one last night about red grapes. What in the world?
$48 turkey, sheesh, that's a hefty price to pay!
Hope this one is wonderful! (that expensive bird had better be damn delicious!)
your writing style is so wonderful and i love the "damn him. them. whatever." comment.
dontcha love getting caught blogging when you clearly should be doing other things. many other things?
good to just address it and not make excuses. i may have to try that route! :)