I, however, was lame and didn’t post once on this subject.
On Thanksgiving Day, a few events sparked my own, albeit odd, list of gratitude. There aren’t thirty, or even ten. Just six.
1. The turkey roasting bags I’d bought this week were LARGE. However, Reynolds Wrap’s scale for LARGE means chicken size. Cockadoodle size, not gobble size. FYI: turkey bags are XL. Great, I’m going to have to staple two bags together. No! We could perforate a colon ingesting a staple. I must sew them together. I was heading for needle and thread when a chair suggested I look a little higher and deeper. There, on the highest shelf in the darkest corner, was a box with one XL bird bag. THAT’s gratitude. Or, rather, Turkeytude.
2. YMCA Turkey Day 5K walk/run. Korey and I took Lily White, the black Lab. I was multi-tasking: raise funds, get exercise for us and the dog. Imagine my delight when, just 30 yards from the car, Lily squatted. (Yes, I had poo-bags with me. Duh.) Most people would be embarrassed. Why wasn’t I? This meant we could go 5K without a pit stop. We could beat the chocolate-built-like-a tank-male-Lab, or the Standard Poodle with a muzzle. (That was scary.) Or the Hayden’s dog, Chewey, who wore a more expensive fleece coat than I did. Yes, we’re competitive.
It was a live version of Dr. Seuss’s GO DOGS, GO! One dog even yipped out the Star Spangled Barker. Not kidding. It meant free Puppacino at Starbucks, post-race. Dogs are grand. Unless you’re a cat person. But, helllooooo…cats on leashes in a race? HA. The serious runners think we’re ridiculous. Personally, it adds a playful element for those who just participate for the fun of it. Gratitude. Or rather, Dogatude.
3. During turkey prep, Lawry’s Salt eluded me. Hats off to those of you with organized, alphabetized spice collections. Ours is a mess. I Googled “How To Make Lawry’s Salt”. I was not going to bother my neighbor, Jill, on the holiday. I stirred up the recipe. It looked bad. Anemic bad. The same chair said, “Dig further!” and, HARK! I found a large Lawry’s lurking in the cabinet. Saltitude.
4. We ate at 8:00 p.m. Korey felt tortured for being made to wait so late. But when you live with avid duck hunters, one waits. Yes, Nick and Jeff walked in needing showers, shaves and sleep, but, hey, they walked in. Familytude.
5. Personal victory for the day? I didn’t burn one thing. That’s cookitude.
6. Friday leftovers. The best part. Busy-ness at work delayed my lunch hour until 3:00 p.m. I sat in my quiet car and unwrapped the turkey drummy. Except I’d grabbed a similar size package, instead. Contents were four dinner rolls. Just what I needed. More bread, when I was hoping for meat. I ate one, still fresh, roll. Hmmmm, not bad. Especially when you’re hungry. It reminded me that, for some people, this may have been their feast, and not a leftover. I ‘rolled’ over the aggravation. Rollitude.
What weird gratitudes did you encounter? Feel free to share! Love hearing from you. Now, go get weird with gratitude! bw