It's hard to believe that a week ago, I'd have been anxiously waiting to see if the turkeys would arrive and if they would be delicious. Why was I anxious? I called Doris' Italian Market, and they assured me that all was underway. Still, I felt the burden of the responsibility.
In the end, we'd have been fine, even without turkey. I didn't anticipate that people would bring so much food. It was a delightful event. I lost many hours of productivity to making the event happen--but then again, maybe it was the most important kind of productivity, working to weave us all together into a community.
And then I went home, packed, slept for a few hours, and then we drove north to celebrate Thanksgiving again, with a different community. It was one of the best Thanksgivings ever, and I'll write about it in more detail in the days to come.
I returned home with a poem in my head--let me record the idea here before I lose it. I want to write about Jesus getting a dog. My cousin's family arrived with their new dog: Slugger, the poodle/golden retriever mix. They called it a Goldenpoo, but a Goldendoodle is probably a better name for the dog mix.
I thought I would write more yesterday, and I was home in time to do so. But we discovered that our Internet connection had been lost, and so, there would be no blogging yesterday. There was also no chance to do grading or other work for online classes, which made for a much more peaceful re-entry. We washed clothes and ate turkey sandwiches on the front porch. We took a nap and then, as the light left the sky, we walked to the marina. It was good to be reminded of why we live here.
We are beginning to move out of our post-hurricane despair. Part of our discussion on the porch yesterday revolved around the home repairs that need to be done, and how we have the opportunity to have a house that's closer to what we want.
How long will we keep the house? We simply do not know, but hopefully we can fix it up and enjoy it, before those decisions come crashing on our heads.
My re-entry to work has been relatively calm too. Let me hope that it remains so. And now, let me get back to that work.
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