Am I nuts to publish a post the day before Thanksgiving? I’m thinking most of you are busy cooking and cleaning and hustling about and don’t have time to read blogs, but I wanted to update you on my week and of course, wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving!
Sarissa and Josh are here in the states until Saturday. They arrived last Tuesday and are staying in Manhattan with Josh’s mom, but last Thursday we picked them up at the train station and they stayed with us for a few days, along with my stepson and his family.
So the fridge was stocked…
the flowers were arranged…
and Chuckie is baaaaaakkkkkkk.
Now, I think most of you have no idea about Chuckie, so I’m going to respectfully suggest you click on over to this post for a little background. I promise you won’t regret it. ;). (FYI, comments are turned off on all posts older than 90 days).
Ok, did you read it? I hope so, because for the first time I am going to admit I never had any intention of using Chuckie for Sarissa’s bouquet. If I had, it would have weighed a half a ton, been way too big and frankly, just plain ol’ ugly, and I wasn’t going there.
I WAS, however, going to invite him to the wedding. Maybe put him on their bed at the hotel, or fix him up with a black tie and top hat and place him at their table at the reception. Sarissa would have killed me, but I would have welcomed death with open arms just to see the expression on her face.
But it was not to be.
When we moved a few months before the wedding, Chuckie disappeared.
So I never got the opportunity to freak her out. A year went by and the mystery of his disappearance was still not resolved, until one day while closing the blinds in our bedroom I turned to see Chuckie tucked between our pillows.
I immediately knew Fisherman was behind it, and sure enough, he found Chuckie while going through a beach bag looking for lotion and there he was. I had completely forgotten I placed him there when we moved, and hadn’t used that particular bag all that time.
So I placed Chuckie on the post of the bed in the guest room, and yes, Sarissa freaked out and it was totally worth it.
Sarissa spent some time going through old photos, and found this one of us on top, and the bottom one was taken last week while at a restaurant. She posted it on IG and I thought I’d share it. Do you ever look at photos of yourself from years ago and wonder who that person is? Kind of weird, isn’t it?
I took a short walk Saturday morning in our community, and if you follow me on IG you saw this photo. Looks like the last of the leaves have succumbed to Winter’s chill.
Josh had to leave Saturday night to return to the city, but the rest of us went out to dinner after a game of Duck Bowling. Have you ever heard of that? Apparently it’s something that is more common in the northeast, New England in particular. It’s actually a little harder than traditional bowling. Apparently, the highest score ever recorded is 279 (as opposed to 300 for regular bowling). My ball met the gutter more times than I care to admit! My final score was 68, and Maddox’s was 82! Oh well, I have other talents ;).
In other news…
We’ll be spending an intimate Thanksgiving at Josh’s sister’s house in NY. I’m grateful to have my ‘baby girl’ with us for the holiday, and equally grateful for you all, our health and the health of those closest to us. I don’t take it for granted. Ever.
I hope this holiday finds you all equally blessed.