I'm sitting safely at home drinking coffee, eating pumpkin pie, and petting Tache who hasn't moved out of her sock mockey bed since I brought it home last night. I've found over the last few years that if you wait to go shopping at 10 am, like a normal person, the stores are empty. All the crazy people that were at the stores at 2 am have gone home. I saw a Facebook post that at woman was trampled at one of the Wal-Marts in town. Black is supposed to be for ink in the accounting books not funeral clothes.
I didn't cook yesterday, a first as far as I can remember. I did make a pumpkin pie for me and an apple pie to share. I've been without family on Thanksgiving before. My ex-husband and I traded holidays so every other year the boys were with him. Those off years I spent with friends who did stuff for Thanksgiving. That entailed them going shopping and picking up whatever items appealed to them. We would assemble everything on the kitchen counter and sequentially make and eat everything that had been brought. Plenty of wine and laughter accompanied the repast.
Even if we were at my mom's, I did the cooking and baking. If my sister and brother-in-law were also there, then Bob and I handled the kitchen while the other kept us supplied with wine and conversation. Every year are memories of warm, fragrant kitchens surrounded by loved ones.
This year was looking different. The boys are doing their things (as they should). I couldn't stomach the idea of flying at Thanksgiving, to Iowa where it's cold and there is snow, no matter how much I love my sister and brother-in-law. I thought that I was going to spend time with a friend, but that fell through and now I was starting to feel a little sad and lonely.
But one mention to my friends on Tybee last Sunday and I was immediately invited to join them; for a pig roast. Just what I needed, something new and different. Some old friends were there too: brussel sprouts (my yearly torture as a kid that I now love), and a pan of mostacholi (the first time I've heard it pronounced correctly since I moved to the south, I immediately knew there were fellow Polacks in the house). The pig was cooked to perfection. They were new voices but still I was surrounded by loving friends, sharing laughter and stories along with our food and drink.
One of our friends had to work so we went by to say hi and let him know that he was loved and missed. No matter what anyone says, we were very restrained; I hope he still has his job. Then a stop at Benny's to hear Sam and Gordon and Davey playing their hearts out and warming the souls of people that were out on a Thursday night. Giving thanks as only they can. Time to go while I was still awake enough to drive; final hugs all around.
....one need never be lonely