I spent my Thanksgiving Day doing what I typically do. The thing is, I enjoy what I do. So it doesn’t really feel like work. I am lucky that way.
Some people who spend holidays alone would feel sad and lonely. But I truly love being by myself with the pets.
My Thanksgiving Day Supper:
For supper I had a Stouffer’s turkey, dressing and mashed potato TV dinner I cooked in my Breville oven. It’s one of only two TV dinners I will eat. I also had cranberry sauce, vegetables and hot rolls. Of course I had pumpkin pie and eggnog later.
I sat down to my supper around 6 p.m., and I recall feeling this sense of peace and wellbeing.
Of course I still miss my Abi. But sitting there in the quiet with the patio doors darkened, I felt content with my life.
As for having a TV dinner for Thanksgiving, you have to realize that I’m not one of those people who live to eat. I eat to live. Food is not all that important to me. But I thought my meal was quite tasty.
However my daughter is quite different. She loves food and loves to eat. A holiday for her will always revolve around food.
We are of the same mind in many ways, but our relationship with food is not one of them.
What I Was Thankful For On Thanksgiving Day:
A roof over my head is something I am always thankful for. A cozy home to live in. My precious pets. And my cute little grandson.
I’m grateful for a nice fenced in patio where I can grow my beloved container gardens.
And I am grateful that Abi is no longer suffering, as she clearly was that last week of her life. I miss her terribly. I think I always will.
Yesterday I tried not to think about the fact that this time last year, Abi was here with us.
A few days ago Charlie would not come inside. I kept calling him, standing just inside the patio doors.
A mama knows when something is amiss. I went out on the patio and saw that he had found a dead mouse by the raised garden bed.
I quickly got a paper towel and did away with it. People around me are having problems with mice. I know my next door neighbor is. So they’re probably taking the bait and then getting as far as my patio and then dying.
Just as long as they stay out of my apartment, I don’t really care. Except I don’t want Charlie near them.
Lord, I hate rodents. Well, I do like squirrels. But mice and rats are just plain ugly nasty creatures.
It has been overcast all morning, but the sun is shining through here and there. The wind is blowing and there has been a small amount of rain. I haven’t looked at the weather forecast to see what is in store.
I don’t plan to go out. Are you kidding? The Friday after Thanksgiving? I wouldn’t think of it. There will be crowds galore. Not my cup of tea.
Besides, my daughter and I stopped exchanging presents years ago. After Christmas when the stores aren’t crowded any longer, we will take Andrew to the bookstore and I will let him pick out books.
So my holidays don’t really hit my pocketbook adversely. Been there, done that. Don’t want to do it anymore.
What Ivy Is Up To:
I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When I got close to the door there was Ivy in the dark hall with a long stream of toilet paper.
What an opportune time to wake up, right in the middle of her little bit of fun, I thought.
I snatched it away from her. Toilet paper is not cheap. When she starts doing this, I just take it off the roll and put it in the drawer next to the toilet.
Below is a collage I made of some of the photos I took of Ivy the first days she was here. Some I took in the last couple of days. I wanted to see if you think she’s gotten much bigger by comparing them.
The first three photos are of Ivy in the earlier days. Then it is a mix.
Remember when she took over Charlie’s bed and he was left with her pink bed? That was pretty funny. Of course I felt sorry for him and went out and got him an orthopedic bed.
These last two photos at the bottom are of Ivy in basically the same position. The first one is earlier on. The second one is recently.
Someone asked where Ivy’s cat tree is. I had to move it off the table because she was about to knock it over. I put it in a safer corner spot.
The last few days Ivy has been sleeping on my bed at night with Charlie and me. She still loves to sleep on what I call her “quilt stack” next to my bed.
Heavens only knows what else she does in the night when Charlie and I are asleep.
Ivy is also “talking” to me more. She rarely ever meows unless she is hungry or wants something. Now she will she talk to me for no reason.
She has also started making a little trilling sound. It is a sound that reminds me of birds. It’s not a meow, but sort of a melodic sound I think she does with her tongue.
Do you know what sound I’m referring to?
I was just out in the front and my next door neighbor Ervina was packing up her car to go out of town. That woman is either working or going somewhere.
She does work an awful lot, so I’m glad she’s getting the next week off to go visit people.
I really like my new neighbor. Nathan told me that the manager said she kept that apartment open for two months to find the right neighbor for me. And she did good.
My sweet Charlie boy is of course right next to Mama. Here he is earlier this morning.
What did you do yesterday? Have you got lots of leftovers in your refrigerator? Back when I cooked the Thanksgiving meal, I always liked the leftovers best.