Thanksgiving 2020 and the Twilight Zone
Thanksgiving in 2020 reminds me of episodes in the Twilight Zone when the astronauts, recognizably American, found themselves on foreign planets, in quarters remarkably like ones they knew on earth. Just a few details were different, like bars of the windows and doors. (The Episode: People Are Alike All Over)
Some days I can relate to those astronauts, imprisoned, away from all they once took for granted. Being separated from so many sure feels like a scene Rod Serling could have written this Thanksgiving 2020.
I read on Facebook the turkey techniques that some friends mastered; I mastered the art of reheating leftovers this thanksgiving.
Our daughter’s in-laws celebrated their Thanksgiving on Wednesday, and she divided the luscious leftovers with us. We had enough turkey for Doug to carve, and enough potatoes, stuffing and gravy for me to keep the microwave going for thirty minutes.
Whoa: 30 minutes from refridge to table – quite a difference from the first dinner I cooked in 1978. (Thanksgiving Banquets I Love) Remember when not eating too much on Thanksgiving was a new worry? Me, either.
As much as I liked the deep fried turkey, I LOVED the carbs packed into all the sides! (except for the sauerkraut) For over 18 months I have been zealous to watch those empty carbs. We haven’t lost much more weight, maybe a pound – but neither of us has regained the weight.
Exercise Before and After Feasting
It was a TWO –walk day, by the way; we had the sun in the morning and the moon at night.
One plus in all the deficits of this Thanksgiving 2020 was the weather – reminding me Dallas weather, which was almost Seventy and Sunny.
Reading that old blog post, a quote resonated, enveloping my heart:
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years
So, the memories of so many fun times with family and friends were a grand centerpiece of our celebration. As was the reality that clean-up did not take hours!
A lovely reflection of memories much richer than the carbs! The Wolfe Party of Ten is on the WSCS bus, driving to Boone, NC to cut Christmas trees.
How wonderful! Happy Tree Hunting . . . after a bit of yard work to tidy up outside with help from Grandson and hubby, I am contemplating a nap! lol
Love to you and yours, dear Flo