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Thanksgiving and Christmas

At 5:30 p.m., the night before Thanksgiving, my phone rang.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I borrowed videos from the library and I'm going to eat spaghetti in my pj's while I watch them."

"Can I come to your house? I'll bring a pumpkin roll."

"Don't you have anywhere else to go?"

"No."

I went to the store and bought the smallest turkey. It weighed 24 lbs. I don't remember everything I prepared, but I recall baking yams, mashing potatoes and stirring gravy. I'm sure I made something green, but I couldn't tell you if it was a salad or peas. I probably made something into a casserole, with either corn or green beans as the primary ingredient.

He brought wine. When I nudged the cork from the neck of the bottle, it exploded and vinegar rained down from the kitchen ceiling. I laughed. He didn't.

It was a snowy day and his dog's breath fogged the windows of his truck. I refused to serve dinner until he brought him inside, not realizing the dog wasn't housebroken.

My friend was too heavy to bend over and clean up after his dog, but I didn't mind. He didn't eat much, so I packed up the leftovers and sent them all home with him.

A few days later, he called again. "I bought a Christmas wreath for your house." 

A high school classmate left a message on my voicemail, which I didn't return. "We drove by your house. There was a big fat guy hanging a wreath on your front door."

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Holidays. No, Thanks.

Amazingly, My Beloved Sandra has, um, persuaded me to accompany her (ie: is dragging me to) visit her daughter in Virginia. Don't get me wrong; I love her daughter.  I love her more when she visits us.   

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We all know you're really Santa

Ron,

We all know you're really Santa. 

Jane a/k/a Miss Gulch

 

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Oh, my...

Jane—

The dog, the wreath...

Like plainsong, this is exceptionally moving.

XO

B

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This really happened

All of it. The fat guy, the dog, the turkey and the wine.

When we write fiction, the line sometimes blurs, but when we write nonfiction, the stark reality of life smacks us so hard our heads spin around, or they should.

Thanks, Barbara, for discerning the difference.

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Vignette

This was wonderful!  Like listening at the door or walking by and eavesdropping.  I love your "characters."

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Characters

Anne,

I wish this story was fiction, but it wasn't. I still live in a ramshackle house, but it's a less ramshackle dwelling than the one where this "story" takes place.

Jane

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Spaghetti Thanksgiving

Hope you finally got to spend a day in jammies eating spaghetti and watching videos. That sounded good.  Sorry about the non-housebroken dog.  You earned that wreath.

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I'll probably be eating spaghetti this year

Sue,

There's little doubt I'll be eating dinner alone this Thanksgiving and Christmas, since  everyone seems to be afraid I'll write something that casts them in an unfavorable light.

What more can I say? They all believe I'm Miss Gulch. ;-)

Jane

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This gave me a twinge in my

This gave me a twinge in my heart.  I wish I could fly over and spend Thanksgiving with you.  I've never actually had an American Thanksgiving.

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I like Christmas better than Thanksgiving

I like Christmas better than Thanksgiving.

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Wouldn't it be nice if

Wouldn't it be nice if our 'group' from Red Room were to get together in the same place at the same time to celebrate in each other's company - I'm sure we would exchange many interesting tales.

Don't feel isolated Jane as your Red Room friends are with you at all time and wish you every happiness. In the meantime, let our friendship flourish on Red Room.

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That would be a great party, wouldn't it?

That would be a great party. Perhaps, one day. ;-)

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Jane, I have a feeling you

Jane - lovely, honest blog. mx

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My honesty has occasionally earned me a little bit of trouble

Mary,

It's gratifying to hear you aren't put off by honesty, as some are.

Thanks.

xox

Jane

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Trouble and honesty!

Believe me, I know exactly what you are talking about! mx

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Honesty is best

Mary,

I believe it's best to be as honest as we can. We can't always please everyone, but most people, I believe, appreciate honesty.

xox

Jane

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Congrats

You've been selected again as 'Editors Picks' for this poignant piece of writing - couldn't happen to a nicer person - well done, Jane.

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Thank you

Nicholas,

You just paid me the highest compliment imagineable.

Bless you.

xox

Jane

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Loved this entertaining post,

Loved this entertaining post, Jane--it brings back a lot of memories--and yes, truth is often better than fiction--the vision of that fat guy hanging the wreath on your front door is priceless!  Keep writing Jane--you're not alone as you have a lot of Red Roomers as your friends. . .Cheers, J

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The jolly old elf

Judee,

My mom died the day after Thanksgiving, umpteen years ago and I've spent the intervening years trying to do something for others, because Mom would have approved.

I received a half-hearted invitation to spend the day this year with friends out of town, followed by a day of Black Friday shopping beginning at 3 a.m. I have more than enough "stuff," so I declined and they were relieved.

My daughter is in Maryland with her boyfriend's family, who love her. I am blessed.

Happy Thanksgiving.

xox

Jane

 

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Thanksgiving must not be a

Thanksgiving must not be a very nice day for you even though there is much to be thankful for--I do wish you a much better Holiday Season, Jane. Know that you have many Red Room friends and you're always welcome at my home  anytime! :) J

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I'm hopeful that one day, we'll all get together

Judee,

If we could all gather around a table, I'm sure it would be a memorable feast. Mary Wilkinson suggested it and while I've sworn I have no bucket list, a dinner party with all my Redroom friends would be at the top.

Nan Brady Smith went so far as to almost organize an excursion to Ireland.

You are a wonderful friend and I'm so very grateful we've become acquainted through this site, where each of us has felt comfortable enough to share the trials and tribulations of life as well as to celebrate our respective talents.

Best of all, we've laughed together more often than we've cried on each others' shoulders. 

I'm going to stop typing now, before I lapse into tears.

XO

Jane

 

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Jane, You don't need fiction-

Jane,

You don't need fiction- your non-fiction holds my interest with your lively characters and rich stories.

Annette

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Thank you

Annette,

Thanks. The attraction of writing fiction is that it can be embroidered, while writing non-fiction seems more like pencil-sketching.

I genuinely appreciate your kind comments. Happy New Year!

xox

Jane