Thanksgiving

Nov 21, 2019 12:12

I am thankful for many things this year. I am thankful that it's Thursday and I am still running on the same tank of gas this week. I'm thankful that the clutter is beginning to diminish and my house is starting to come together the way I'd hoped. I'm thankful for the lunch crew, who are helping me to navigate my series of decisions regarding having Matthew come back, my family's mercurial reaction to that decision, and the itinerant days. He came to stay with me over the weekend and he left yesterday to pack his things in Ithaca. I'm not entirely sure that Matt is 100% on this decision. He did tell me, to my consternation, that he would've preferred to stay in Ithaca. He only wishes that he could live somewhere like that and have me, too. That left me feeling less than excited but we'll give it a go. We'll hang in there and see how it all unfolds this winter. I'm hoping that things don't unravel.

He swears he's going to go full steam ahead on the job search but that remains to be seen. I'm hoping he does so...because he might be surprised to learn that I'll square my shoulders and go yet another round with him. I want to have faith in him. I'm trying to think positive and to realize that he's got an investment here, too, and that his love for me will propel him to make some choices and make the moves that will bring him back into the world of work. I'm hoping.

There hasn't been a day that I have not thought about taking a nap after work. Today might just be that day. I worked last night to clear the closet for him and there's still a lot to do. I told him he could have the dresser in the 2nd bedroom so there's all of that to make room for and to consider. It's supposed to pour down rain today, this afternoon, so it'll be very tempting to head home and hit the couch. I figure if worse comes to worse, I can throw the things I've got in the dresser into a big vacuum bag and just shrink wrap the contents of the dresser. I can certainly worry about that later. But I'd prefer to get things folded and put away. I'll need some warm weather stuff in a month for Florida.

I keep thinking about the letter to Roman. I need to write his birthday letter. The task is a loving one but it sneaks up on me more and more rapidly each year. And here we are, on the doorstep to another birthday. My baby is 12 already. There will be some things to write to him this year...I'll remind him about Gettysburg and Hershey.

Well, my 4th class of the day is due in moments so I've got to wrap this one up. And here we go...

Until we meet again...
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