Happy Thanksgiving, Happy Trails, Happy Writing


Happy Thanksgiving

Last week was an odd one around here, even for a holiday week. We broke with tradition for the first time ever, and ordered our Thanksgiving meal from Lucky’s Market to share with my in-laws. And you know what? It was really, really good. The turkey was so moist and flavorful that I don’t see any reason at all to slave over one of my own all day ever again. An hour and a half to reheat, and we had one of those perfectly roasted turkeys that everyone wants to make, and almost no one ever achieves. The sides we got with it were good but not spectacular, so that might be something to just assign out next year, but the turkey? Yeah. I’m all about ordering one up and calling it good. The pies were fabulous too. We got pumpkin (for me and my father-in-law), and pecan (for hubby and his mom). I don’t remember which my brother-in-law had…but we were all duly impressed (and way too full).

We went to my brother-in-law’s house, started watching a movie while dinner heated up, ate, finished the movie, and I worked on a pair of slippers for my husband while we sat and digested (and then ate yet another slice of pumpkin pie…because…do I even need a reason for that?!).

Even my mother-in-law proclaimed it a really great day, which she seldom does with any holiday. So mission accomplished, and I have leftover turkey for pot pie and maybe a turkey curry, and the carcass in the freezer for stock and soup when I have time to boil it down (next weekend while I’m decorating for Christmas, methinks). Mmm…leftovers.

Happy Trails

Friday, we worked. Saturday, we drove the hundred miles or so to attend my grandpa’s funeral. My grandpa was the quintessential country man – he trapped and hunted and kept bees and worked leather and loved dogs and all that was after he was a sheep rancher in North Dakota. He played pinochle with my parents and gin rummy with us kids, and went to bed at 8pm so he could be up at 4:30am making silver dollar pancakes and being far, far too chipper for my night-owl self while I stayed with them for a week or two each summer and over Christmas breaks too when I was young.

I never hunted with him (I’m too lazy for hunting), but I helped him and my dad cut up many a deer and antelope carcass. I had warm honey and beeswax from his hives sitting in the truck when we went to check the bees in the summer, learned simple basics of leather working as I watched him and played with his tools, read all the western novels on his bookshelves, and yes, I snapped the suspenders he always wore over his plaid shirts at least once every time I saw him until I was approximately 20-something. I hated how he chucked me under the chin, so the ‘spender snapping was my retaliation. It was our thing.

The service was nice – not too long, and simple, as he’d have wanted it. Lunch after was kind of an impromptu family reunion, as all seven of his kids and some of their spouses were there, all but three of us grandkids (I’m the oldest) made it, and several great-grandchildren were there as well, including the youngest who is just a few months old. Cycle of life, right there in the Forsyth Baptist Church on a sunny Saturday morning.

Happy trails, Gramps. And thanks for the life lessons and memories.

Happy Writing

I’m throwing in the towel on NaNoWriMo this year…calling it a “loss”. There’s no way I’ll reach 50k words by the end of the month, so in that sense, it is. But I’ve gotten a good start on a book I’ve been wanting to write for a year now, and I think it’s really coming along well. I’m excited to keep working on it, but I’m also kind of excited to “give up” on the challenge, so I can work on two other drafts I have going as well again. I like how they’re shaping up too, and I want to work on them. I want to finish them. Making the decision not to spend the next week frantically writing as much as possible on the NaNo draft frees me up to work on all three drafts in tandem (one each night, rotating). I’m always happiest when working on more than one draft at a time, so it’s a good thing.

I’m also giving up on trying to find more time to write and pushing to get more words in. There are other things I need to prioritize right now – things like health and sleep and the extra care my current dogs need. I have a little time each night, and I can reasonably write around 500 words in that time, which is plenty to be able to complete manuscripts and keep publishing here and there. Life has a way of changing things up every now and then, and there will be times when I can write more, which I’ll happily do, but this isn’t one of them, and that’s okay.

Giving up is often a bad thing. But sometimes, it’s exactly the freedom we need to move forward.

This week, it’s back to the normal routines and enjoying the last week of November before I let the “Holiday Season” encroach. Peaceful, contemplative, and for the most part, happy.