Relative Something

During the three-day-weekend following Thanksgiving, we enjoyed leftover turkey sandwiches and some spectacular creamy turkey with wild rice soup that Cyndie whipped up from the remains of our feast. Saturday night, we were both looking for a change. A scrumptious homemade pizza from scratch more than fit the bill.

By the middle of the afternoon yesterday, neither of us had an appetite, let alone a craving for what to do for our Sunday dinner. I suggested we wait until either of us got hunger pangs and then we could revisit our options. Before we reached that point, Cyndie happened to notice we still had all the side dishes left over from the holiday meal that we shouldn’t let go to waste.

That made the decision for us.

When all the goodness was heated up and heaped on plates, it became the only thing I could possibly have wanted. It was a Thanksgiving feast all over again.

I am even more thankful than ever for all the blessings we enjoy.

• For the culinary skills Cyndie employs daily to feed me better than I will ever deserve.
• For our home and a warm bed.
• The companionship of all our animals.
• Family and friends who love us and make us proud.
• Entertainers who work every day to bring laughter into the world.
• That most people understand the risks of the pandemic and take healthy precautions.
• That the majority of people in the world are good and would help others in need.
• I have a job that gives me access to health insurance.
• That the NFL football team I stopped watching yesterday didn’t quit when I did.
• Jigsaw puzzles, a fireplace, books to read, and my lifetime collection of music to listen to.
• That I saved 100% by not buying anything from much-hyped sales “bargains” over the entire weekend.
• A car that safely makes my long commute tolerable.
• Monday mornings, that make a prior weekend seem that much more precious.

Okay, I admit it. I turned off the game when the punt was fumbled. I had a puzzle to finish. Imagine my surprise when the score was flashed on an update of games later in the afternoon.

If you are reading this from beyond the Minnesota region, just disregard that part. It’s not really important.

Honestly, yesterday was a pretty dreary day for me. I suspect a large part of it was the harsh reality that the long weekend was ending and a return to the workweek was getting closer by the minute. The stark contrast of weather from the sun and warmth of Saturday to cold, cloudy, and windy Sunday didn’t help, either.

Ending on a high note of feasting in continued thankfulness is a pretty good way to break that spell.

Here’s to not letting a single dreary day become anything more than a temporary affliction and making a point to pay frequent attention to things we can be thankful for each and every day.

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