It's 6pm, and the house is quiet. Joel and I had planned a quiet day. I got up early, started the bread machine on the dough cycle, started the coffee, and worked on getting awake. Days when I play at church (like the 9am Thanksgiving Service), I need to get up early, and let my brain, hands, and arms get fully awake.
I warmed up on the piano, and practiced through the prelude and postlude. While I usually play Bach, Brahms, Copland or Debussy (diverse selection!), this time I chose two items (On the Blue Ridge and Going Home) from Joseph Martin's Songs of the Journey.
While the attendance is usually small at the Thanksgiving service, the same folks attend year after year. We have a tradition that the sermon is replaced with attendees expressing their own Thanksgivings, and some were particularly wonderful this year.
I came home from church, and Joel had been busy. He made a yummy pumpkin pie, sweet potato casserole and the cranberry salad I love so much. I saw my bread dough had not risen, and started a new batch. The old batch I stuck in the fridge -- and maybe it'll rise overnight. I took a nap, got up and worked on the rolls.
We had our Thanskgiving meal mid afternoon -- I had ham and Joel had tuna. We ate just enough and we'll enjoy the leftovers. Joel took the papers to the local school for recycling, and when he came back from his walk I had the gas fire lit, and decaf coffee ready. We enjoyed the fire, the coffee, and the pumpkin pie. Portia enjoyed her tuna by the fire as well.
It's been a quiet and restful day. I'm thankful for family and dear friends. I'm thankful for eyes that can see, ears that can hear, the ability to smell, speak, sing, for hands and fingers that can play piano and knit. I'm thankful for Joel and his wonderful love and care of me. I'm thankful for Portia who shows us love in ways only a cat can. I'm thankful for my mom and her tender love and care of her dying sister. I'm thankful that I have a good job. I'm thankful that I can afford to go grocery shopping and buy pretty much anything we want and definitely what we need. I am so very blessed by God, and I pray each day that I can be a blessing to someone else too.
I'm thankful for you, dear reader, and I hope this has been a good Thanksgiving for you too.













Happy Thanksgiving to you, Joel and all the other members of the family! Your post made me stop everything and go ask Mary to make bread in our bread machine this weekend...I can smell and taste it now, thanks!!!
Posted by: Carl V. | Friday, 23 November 2007 at 10:10 AM
Sounds like you had a great Thanksgiving. Happy weekend to you and Joel (and Portia).
Posted by: Mary | Friday, 23 November 2007 at 12:55 PM