In the past, we've done hosting and traveling for Thanksgiving. Long time readers of this blog are aware of our travails and our feasts lo these many Novembers.
This year it is just Doug's aunt and cousin coming over. Not a big fun Thanksgiving funfest with all the friends and family. Jess and Linda are up by my mom. And Doug's mom and sister aren't into traveling here to us (and we've not been invited up there) so we go all out for the food shenanigans.
Truth be told, if Doug's aunt and cousin weren't coming over, I wouldn't be showering and putting on clothing. It would be PJs and slacker thanksgiving all day for me.
I'm kind of sad because of the falling out with our friend, because they've been here so many times, and we've been to them, and we've always had such a fun time. I wanted to have Thanksgiving with them, but it ... isn't going to be a thing. Doug said he's feeling really sad too right now, but he's a Rise Above It kind of guy. I wish I had that super power.
Thanksgiving is Doug's favorite holiday. He loves the food, the friendship, the hanging out, the football. Planning the food. Making the food. We don't get too fussy or anything. We're actually very well known for our low key vibe and all the foods.
Doug gets super bummed out when people (some friends of ours) make the day political, focus on only the indigenous story. The day of mourning. He wants everyone to try and move past that narrative and those events, and use the day, weekend, time to focus on joy and thankfulness for where we are right now. Let people know you love them. Be with them. And we've both decided that letting friends be mad about 1620, even though there is nothing that can be changed about it, but then inviting them to come eat is the kindest thing to do.
Make it all a new tradition. It won't replace the past, but it can be a new tradition for you.
While I was in Annapolis, he did the grocery shopping, got all the things. Most of the things. He has some different dishes planned this year, like something with butternut squash/orzo/parmesan dish, and a Sunshine Salad which is, if you remember, part of the Jello family of things. We will have a jello thing. He is a western Pennsylvania guy, after all.
He bought an unbelievable amount of Lemon Pudding from Jello, by accident. He went to Giant, thinking he was grabbing Lemon Jello. Went to Target, and ... made the same mistake, and got more Pudding. Doh.
So he said (with a dramatic flourish) he was abandoning the Sunshine Salad theory. "It's not meant to be this year! Not meant to be!"
But, I had gotten things worked out with my prescription, so, well, I was going out to get that picked up. I was willing to go to Target. We needed toilet paper and spray cleaner stuff. And dog cookies. And other things.
He thought I was insane but I shrugged my shoulders. I'm have to leave the house to get the testing strips, and take this one for the team. Securing my prescription successfully, I headed to Target. The traffic was, as expected, horrible but I found a decent place to stick the car, rather far from the door, so I could count it as walking time.
In the building, I realized I'd left my list in the car. But I knew what I needed. I set to grabbing all the things. I wanted Constant Comment tea, they didn't have any. Dog cookies. check. Vanilla, brown sugar, yes. I grabbed a graham cracker crust for a different recipe (making use of his overzealous purchasing of lemon pudding). I got diet cranberry, zero sugar ginger ale, TP, cleaning stuffs, new air freshener, and I went back to the car, which as I mentioned was parked very far away.
I realized I'd forgotten the lemon jello. The reason for going into the damn store.
Hilarious.
So, was it just not meant to be! I heard him over-reacting in his dramatic Doug way in my head. No. I can walk over there to Giant, with the list in my hand, and get the other things I need. They had the tea I wanted, and I got Lemon Jello for him. I got blueberries to go into the last of the yogurt we have (so I can get that out of the refrigerator). Victory is mine.
Doug bought two cans of blueberry pie filling for me to make a blueberry pie, but on the can I noticed a recipe for blueberry lemon layer pie.
With lemon pudding.
Well helllllllllo! A purpose for the lemon pudding!
I showed it to him, and he lost his mind with joy and delight. A use for the pudding packets! Well, one at least.
He made dinner for us while I was at the store, then made cranberry sauce. He mixed up a dessert of pumpkin pie mix, cream cheese, and a bunch of other sauce that we drizzle tomorrow with melted caramel sauce. Then he made his blessed sunrise salad. Thanks to me. I'm the hero.
And I set to making my blueberry pie mess.
Good thing I went and got those testing strips, eh?
Blood, forgive me for tomorrow. I promise we'll bounce back. But to be honest, there is plenty of protein tomorrow. I'll take it easy on the pie, the sunshine salad, the pumpkin lasagna, all that nonsense.
digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 2 measurable walks, 16 min for .65 miles and 12 min for .30 miles; 7200 steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
xam: n/a no strips
xpm: n/a no strips
10:30pm: 151
food:
coffee/water
11am: small bowl of mac & cheese w/hamburger
12pm: Metformin
12:30: English Muffin w/ pb; 2 Entenmann's donut hole "pop'ems"
3pm: ramekin of candied cashews
6:30pm: bowl of rotini w/ sausage, sauce, and mozz cheese; metformin+jardiance
vodka diet cranberry
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