~ I don’t feel thankful. I feel grumpy. A shot of Honey Jack in my morning tea didn’t help my bad attitude either, so I put myself in time-out outside. It’s actually nice out here: cooler than it’s been but still relatively warm, the sun is out, the air is clear. The wind is picking up, though, and stormy grey clouds are inching their way over the mountains so we might be in for some actual weather. That would be a treat. ~
I wrote that this morning. It is now late afternoon. My attitude has improved sans alcohol. I got chilly so I went inside and cooked: candied yams, green beans, rolls, and cornbread dressing.
My mom, daughter and I cooked around each other while avoiding the various children chasing each other through a forest of mother and grandmother legs. When the turkey was done we set up a buffet table, ate, and watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on rerun. I just put a peach cobbler in the oven and started to feel cooked myself, so I came back out for some fresh air.
I can hear the wild parrots coming from the south. I don’t know why, but every morning they fly south and every evening they fly north again. Wild parrots are very, very loud. Two or three together can sound like a whole flock.
(I kept looking up at the sky while I watched this, thinking the racket was coming from the video and the sky. Nope: just the video.)
There’s still some blue up there. Those menacing clouds continue to crawl across the sky but can’t decide if they’ll go puffy and white or stay dark and cause trouble. In the meantime the puffy white fronts are turning orange with the sunset. How festive!
Hope everyone has a wonderful day, whether you celebrate U.S. Thanksgiving or not. 🙂