
I just made a huge sigh out loud as I began this post.
Weirdest holiday on record, and no changes in sight if the jammed airports are any indication.
Trying to make the most of it when you know your Mom is sitting home alone a fifteen minute car ride away, spending this Thanksgiving watching movies, feels wrong in every way I try to approach it in my head. Meanwhile, I'm painting a piece of furniture in my dining slash living room, and writing this post while waiting for it to dry in between coats.
Another big, long sigh.
I'm spending Thanksgiving this way because I love my 87 year old Mom.
Because I don't know if I could be carrying Covid after going inside Walmart yesterday for some items. (Ordering online was not available for curbside pickup until Sunday.)
Because Ralph works in a medical office, and yes, he certainly takes precautions, but could be carrying it with no symptoms, and it could get to me, and through me, to my Mom.
Because not enough of us are making the harder choice to stay more than six feet apart.
Because I am a person of faith, but also a believer in science, and numbers are spiking. (I'm telling you this, and of course, you already know it.)
Today, I am extra thankful that everyone in my family are all healthy. I know I am doing the right thing by cancelling Thanksgiving with my Mom, and my daughter and son in law, and grands because if this is what we all need to do to keep each other safe, then I am onboard.
I hope you stay safe, and your loved ones are healthy on this most unusual Thanksgiving day!