It's Thanksgiving, 2007, and already I'm behind. I'm still in my p.j.'s--a treat in and of itself as I normally hit the ground running before five a.m. and am dressed for 'success' by six. I've enjoyed reading the other Killer Fiction authors Thanksgiving blogs--what blessings they are most thankful for, what special memories or traditions this day holds for them. As I sit here in my gray, baggy, but warm and comfy sweatpants and sweatshirt, in my warm, cozy home, I can't help but think about how many of our fellow Americans won't be sitting down to a big, long table with the place-settings filled with their loved ones, but instead are serving our country many miles away from their homes and families. So today I feel especially grateful for those individuals who sacrifice and serve so Americans from sea to shining sea might sit down this day with our dearest friends and family members and celebrate those blessings of liberty secured--and maintained--for our nation at a very high cost, indeed, and--sadly, we often take for granted. Myself included. So this Thanksgiving I salute our men and women in uniform who dedicate their lives in service to our country. God bless you and keep you safe.
I'm nostalgic, too, this Thanksgiving as it marks the last year my children will be at home. Next year, who knows where each of us will be and whether we will be together so all thoughts of writing and housework and email are set aside for the day and replaced with jigsaw puzzles, (we're still struggling to finish that 1,500 piece puzzle I bought several months ago!) games, and movies--along with lots of good food. And yes, Bullet Hole is roasting a bird. I know. Scary thought, isn't it? Especially for said bird...!
What's even scarier is the thought that I might actually be crazy enough to join those psycho shoppers who venture out at midnight or four a.m. tomorrow to hit the stores for those 'Black Friday' sales. But, hey, who can resist DVD's for three bucks each? Or baby crock pots for five dollars? Or feetie pajamas for ten smackaroos?
Okay. 'Fess up. How many of you will be shopping 'til you drop tomorrow???? Uh, see you there.
Oh, and have a safe and blessed Thanksgiving holiday while you're at it...