Gobble, Gobble

The big day has arrived that symbolizes many of my personal characteristics. The first trait that comes to mind is pure gluttony. It suddenly is fine to partake in a less than scientific query into the amount of calories that can be consumed during one setting. An additional requirement is that one must continue to nibble on leftovers prior to the completion of clean-up detail. Since there will just be three of us gathered in our home this year, I think I have convinced my husband to forego of three kinds of starchy potatoes. I hate to brag about this miniscule of moderation though until I see the big bird sliced on the counter and ready to eat.

Bob and I were able to attend the multi-denomination service held at our church last night. It sends shivers to be part of an annual event that makes God smile. All donations went to benefit our local food pantry. Yes, there are people who are homeless and without warm meals right here in the northwest suburbs of Chicago. The service concludes with one of the Lutheran symbols of fellowship: pie and more pie. Seven different faiths were formally recognized during the ideal start of this holiday weekend.

I’m sitting watching the Macy’s parade, just as anxious to view Santa as any little one gathered nationwide. My daughter’s family is similarly huddled around their TV watching each helium filled creation with awe. Although it seems somewhat hollow with the absence of our daughter, we know that many of the same traditions are being followed in her home. Her Facebook status said it all by announcing her gratefulness that although her husband is working, he is not deployed in a far-away place of danger.

I hope to make my first dent in the creation of our Christmas cards as we once again return to homemade expressions declaring Christ’s birth. The huge newspaper sits nearby so I can plan any adventures that assist our national economy. The shopping now starts tonight. I have a big hunk already finished with boxes being delivered to my son-in-law thanks to online shopping. Next month is our version of matching the national deficit with not only Christmas, but also the birthdays of my two precious grandsons.

So thanks God for giving me the means to jabber about my many blessings. You have given me a life partner who loves me just the way I am. We work together as a team, hopefully showing others of the glory of your love. Although I joke about our less than stellar health records, this country provides us with all those specialists and the means to get their services. Our cabinets are brimming with foods, many of which are high caloric. I sit typing on the computer that provides me with live observations of my fabulous daughter and her family. I have the time to blog away my thoughts and feelings to people far and wide.

So God bless you all. Life is very good!

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