The Not Thanksgiving

   I would have to say that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.  Christmas, coming a close second.
With Christmas, I usually feel an unsettled energy moving around.
But with Thanksgiving, you get the family and friends, and not have all the commercialism.
You just get a table laden with good food and company-usually. We haven't spent too many Thanksgivings alone, since moving. One or two.

   Last year I didn't want to have Thanksgiving, but did, and it was exactly what I needed.  It was great having family around. It was the therapy I needed.
   This year, we are alone for the holiday. It was a little strange. We had all caught a virus last week, so in a way, it turned out we wouldn't have had company anyhow. And despite us not feeling well, I still bought a turkey, and made dinner. And home made pumpkin pie-which was requested by my son. We all sat down.

And didn't eat.

   Didn't eat! I think my son and I ate a few bites, which was more than the other two people at the table. I told my husband it was the saddest Thanksgiving yet, that we've had. All this food-which granted, I shouldn't have made-and no one was hungry. We all are feeling crappy.

  In the back of my mind, I thought that might happen. But I wanted to bring at least part of Thanksgiving into our home. It's like Thanksgiving didn't happen. Except that I spent most of the day in the kitchen.  Only because I kept trying various baking recipes to try, so it wasn't a complete waste. I watched the parade with my boys this morning.

  Today was just the Thanksgiving that wasn't.