Waiting for Savasana


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Of course I am Thankful.

But I am also kind of scared.  This little voice whispers to me.  Is this my last Thanksgiving?

Morbid.  I know.  Depressing.  You bet.

But the thought is there all the same.

All I can do is take it day by day.

I know there is that whole “Get hit by a bus” theory.  You know, “I’m perfectly healthy and I could get hit by a bus tomorrow.”

That truly is always a possibility.

There is something about what I have gone through.  What I am going through.  If I am not careful.  Well, I just get scared.  It is scary.

Today I made cranberry sauce.  And two pumpkin pies.  Later I will roast the yams.  Tomorrow morning I will get up to roast the turkey. I will boil potatoes and make stuffing.  Bake an apple pie.   And the day will be lovely.

I hope it’s not my last.

We went to the library and got some movies.  We went to the store and bought some socks for the youngest child whose feet will soon be bigger than his older brother’s feet.  How does that work? Almost four years difference.  Big puppy feet that child has.  His feet are so big that his toes put holes in the old socks.

I am so thankful.  I really am.

And I want more.

I was supposed to go to a party tonight but I am exhausted.  I am still recuperating.  My pajamas are calling me.

I can hear Charlie Brown Thanksgiving in the other room.

My life is so good.

I want more.  Please. I want more.


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