I Like To Be In America

In a minute I keep promising myself.  I'll get moving in just a minute.  Empty the coat rack for guests.  Get out the tablecloth and napkins and put them where GG can find them.  I'm a terrible ironer.

Clear the piles of papers and computers off the table and get down more chairs from the attic. Chop vegetables for the dressing, peel the potatoes, chill the champagne, last minute grocery list, what am I going to wear today?

But right this minute the house is full of sleeping females, the sun is shining brightly, my latte is iced, the flowers are done and the turkey has been wrestled into submission, cut in two halves and in resting comfortable in its marinade.

It's beginning to look a lot like Thanksgiving, a day of gratitude, family, friends and feasting.

And I am most grateful for the virtual appearance of all of you in my life.  You make me laugh and cry, you've got my back, you've shared recipes, gardening advice, flowers in your homes, your hearts and your souls.

Americans get sappy on Thanksgiving. Wherever you live, what ever your day holds, whatever you're eating, let's remember to be grateful for the food on our tables.  Hell, for the fact we're living under a roof and have a table, and a computer and each other.

Minute's up, I'm off.   xo jane