Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I hope you are looking forward to a lovely day of food and family and friends. And pie.
The day before Thanksgiving last year:
And now it is Thanksgiving morning and all is well. There is much to do before folks arrive, but I wanted to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving. Every place I’ve been lately–doctor’s offices, grocery stores, pharmacy—I’ve been cheerfully told by the people working to “Have a Happy Thanksgiving” and “Have a wonderful holiday!”
There is a cheerfulness and joy in the air that I haven’t heard for years. Is it because the isolating Covid restrictions are a thing of the past? Or do we New Englanders, with our Plymouth Rock and Pilgrim ancestors, claim this holiday with proprietary gusto? Banjo Man thinks it’s in part because, no matter which way we voted, the stress of the election is over.
What do you think?
We had some very, very good news yesterday after a visit with Angela (aka Doctor from Heaven). Banjo Man’s PSA number–the number that tracks the cancer in his body– has dropped significantly in the past month of treatment. A major triumph!
I am going to open a bottle of Proseco and toast to having him around for a good, long time to come.
Join me, why don’t you?