Happy Thanksgiving!

Just for today, let’s not discuss the bad things happening in the News! Let’s go
“Over the river and through the woods” to Grandmother’s house and stuff ourselves with turkey and all the goodies!

Only this year, let’s get there early enough to help her chop, peel, and stuff instead of plopping down on her worn couch and stare at her old TV in anticipation of the great game. Let’s help her so set the table and let’s try to carefully do it just the way she likes it. Let’s listen to her Oohing and Ahhing over the new, babies, and her favorite flowers we arranged in her favorite vase.

This time after dinner, let’s put her in a comfortable chair in the living room and do all her “cleaning up” for her. And insist that she stay there while we toil. Put on her favorite music and sit and listen attentively to all her tales of past times. Let’s not correct her when she doesn’t remember it just right. Let’s laugh it off when she remembers our embarrassing blunders. Let’s allow other members of our family to enjoy their time with her, also.

Let’s hug and kiss her and thank her many times for the wonderful dinner and silently vow to visit more often. She gave us so much and demanded so little.

I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving!

Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

39 thoughts on “Happy Thanksgiving!

  1. I know you might be wondering how come I came across your profile photo, I most say your profile looks good and your smile are charming 🌹

  2. Free time? Ha-ha! ☺ The hubbie and family seem to monopolize it most of the time! I do manage a little bit for some R&R. I’m sure you know how that goes! 🤣

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