It's not Thanksgiving week.
If it were Thanksgiving week, this past weekend would have been the weekend before Thanksgiving, an orgy of food shopping with enough purchases to feed an army. We would be following a tightly planned schedule of what dishes can be prepared in advance and frozen and heated and what has to be made day of. The closer we got to Thanksgiving, the more advance food prep would be done, veggies chopped, cranberries mashed, etc. We're not doing any of that. We're doing the normal puttering around the house that we'd be doing on any weekday. On Thursday, we'll go to visit my mother in the nursing home. We'll have a turkey dinner with her, spend a few hours with her and leave when visiting hours are over. No football. No Macy's parade with Santa at the end. There won't be any leftovers to deal with. No turkey sandwiches. No turkey casseroles. It's just another bi-weekly visit to the nursing home.
The Seneca Nation hosts their own 5K Turkey Trot each year. They've announced it will be Wednesday 9AM. One hour of admin time to any employee who wants to run, salad luncheon to follow. I won't be running. My knees have given out, I can't run anymore. I could powerwalk it, but that would take the entire hour just doing that. Add in salad luncheon, a shower, at least two hours. I'm not up to it anymore. Getting old sucks.
The Seneca Nation hosts their own 5K Turkey Trot each year. They've announced it will be Wednesday 9AM. One hour of admin time to any employee who wants to run, salad luncheon to follow. I won't be running. My knees have given out, I can't run anymore. I could powerwalk it, but that would take the entire hour just doing that. Add in salad luncheon, a shower, at least two hours. I'm not up to it anymore. Getting old sucks.