Lazy Sunday Afternoon

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I’m still in my blue fleece pajama bottoms with cherries happily bursting on them and a 20-year-old mauve Cape Cod sweatshirt and I have no interest in getting dressed. This is my outfit today, I see no reason to change. It’s freezing outside, and if my tensed up bones need a break (no, not literally) I will give it to them. Cold weather is not good for people with chronic pain or Fibromyalgia. Trust me. I know. It’s too early to long for Spring.

The wind is howling outside, seeping in to our little house’s walls, windows. I am under a mountain of blankets with my dog. She could lie beside me or at the other end of the bed, but no, she picks the place over my feet to settle down. My dog, my mutt, was a wild puppy, I struggled bitterly with her biting and pulling and ransacking the house. How my friends encouraged me to “hang in there, she’s just a puppy.” At 8 months, she is still a puppy but a better one and most certainly a larger one. She no longer bites into my hand as if it was a cheeseburger. I’m not as steady on my feet as other people, because of balance issues, so I hope she behaves.

Our children have left for their respective colleges, the house is comfortingly quiet, and we are happy,  probably because I know the kids will be back in three weeks and because this happened to be a lovely Thanksgiving weekend. No fighting, NO DRAMA and a good time all around. My daughter didn’t even object when we told her she needed to see a doctor, she came home from her appointment with a package of antibiotics and a diagnosis of bronchitis. No, you cannot drink while you are on antibiotics. As my kids used to say “Nuff said.”

There are more leftovers to eat tonight, I’m not even sick of them yet. It’s hard to get sick of turkey, cranberry sauce, my Danny’s home-made, unbelievable stuffing and Polish rye bread “from the Homestead” in Kew Gardens, Queens where we both grew up. There is nothing like that bread, it brings back all sorts of childhood memories: standing in line, getting sandwiches made, deciding between the shrimp salad, or chicken salad, imported cheeses, home-baked desserts: cherry, apple and cheese strudel, chocolate layer cakes, and the traditional jelly doughnuts for New Year’s Eve.

Like last year, we won’t be exchanging gifts this Christmas. Everything is so expensive and times are hard. My husband has a job but I can’t work and I live in silent fear of him losing his job since the economy is so bad. If that happens, we will deal with it then. My present this year will be the memories of this past weekend, the family getting together at our house for Thanksgiving. The memories of the pretty amber lit candles that lined the middle of our long tables, my dog, lying on the green couch, the four cousins whispering together, the three grandparents still with us, childhood friends that I grew up with here, and the giant dessert spread we had, enough for 40 people not 14. We had a warm place to sit, food on the table, we were all grateful to be here, we escaped the worst from Sandy; we were very, very lucky. For this, and everything else, we gave and continue to give our thanks.

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4 thoughts on “Lazy Sunday Afternoon

  1. Lovely, evocative post!

    And for warmth in winter (and relief for aching bones), might I recommend that you use pure 100% wool? It’s not itchy if you wear a cotton layer between the wool and your skin; you can often find good, cheap buys at 2nd-hand shops, and it’s far, far warmer than anything made from petroleum products (acrylic, nylon, polyester). Yes, even “polar fleece.” I discovered this on my own a few years back, and it’s made a massive difference to my winter-time comfort levels.
    Karen

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    • Karen, it is a wonderful idea….but ever since I was a kid, I hear the word wool and I start scratching. Refused to wear as a child, “too itchy”” though I admit I never used a full layer of cotton underneath. To the thrift shops I will go….but my stubborn head is still scratching! I had no idea petroleum was used in polar fleece!!! I’ll try wool, promise. Thanks for the idea.Laurie

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  2. Next year I’m joining YOU! I spent Thanksgiving alone ripping off a drumstick from my 500 degree/7 minute a pound turkey, who didn’t protest since he would put up with anything other then another few minutes at 500 degrees.
    The good news is it was warm and sunny and quiet for which I AM eternally grateful.

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