Normally on Mondays I like to give kudos to deserving souls and report on the latest happenings in the publishing world, but since I haven’t received anything in my inbox, I’ll have to go with my own stuff today.
First, a high five to myself for not pigging out on Thanksgiving. Not that there wasn’t ample opportunity. My family has always held the belief that there is no such thing as too much food at a family gathering. This was evidenced by no less than 3 different potato dishes, 2 turkeys, ham, dressing, 4 hot veggies (plus a platter of cold ones with dip of course), fruit platters, dressing, gravy, 2 kinds of cranberries, 2 jello molds, hot biscuits and at least 20 pies with homemade whipped cream (including chocolate). My sister even managed to make pilgrim hats out of cookies and marshmallows dipped in chocolate.
Then the Green Bay Packer victory, which put all 36 of us in a party hardy mood (even though I didn’t win any of the football pools or lottery ticket drawings [money went to the Breast Cancer Fund, of which my nieces are active participants]).
My next high five goes to all the brave souls who have drawn the short straw and had to work on Black Friday, especially at 4 a.m. I was pressured to join my sisters and nieces on their annual adventure as they divided to conquer all the sales to be had. By 6:30, we all met up for breakfast to exchange packages and money. BTW, I manage to only buy myself 2 tops for $2.80 and $4.80 along with a 15% discount. I’m sure I’m not the shopper the retailers had in mind while imagining their bottom line.
For me, I plan to give books, books and more books. After the batteries run dead, the dolls heads fall off, the clothes go out of style and the gift certificates get lost or forgotten, my thoughtful presents will live on. I want them to be lasting reminders of how I looked for something special that says something about the person I bought them for. In the past, I’ve inscribed the books, pouring my feelings into the words that describe the indescribable….how much that person means to me.
Bottom Line: Ok, so maybe on Thanksgiving I was more of a piglet than a full blown pig. Piglets are kind of cute.