I hope all of you who celebrate had a good Thanksgiving.
It was just me and my husband this year. So we walked to a local restaurant, arm in arm, dressed up. I even wore boots. Big fancy.
We were seated in the backroom, where harvest gold tablecloths reminded me of Thanksgiving with my grandmother at the Longmeadow country club. Inauspicious.
But the food was surprisingly, extraordinarily, good. Like when you turn the corner on a boring walk to a valley view. They even let me substitute creme brulée for pumpkin pie. Applause.
And then we walked home. We’d done the same thing last year. Arm in arm down quiet streets, past yellow leaves on sidewalks that had been there all day. Nobody bothering nothing. Quiet where you’re used to bustle and noise is my version of church.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone. My daughter is home, she is sitting on the sofa as I write. So I’m topped up with happy stuff and I hope you are too.