If we were having coffee, we’d be settled on the couch this weekend, possibly playing video games between cups of coffee. Little Jedi is around, and he got a new game this week, so we’re busy racing little cars around in Toybox Turbos—although at some point I’m sure we’ll switch to his current favorite, Castle Crashers. I’m just glad that he’s feeling better; at the beginning of the week he was home from school again. He’s wheezing a lot again, so that has meant more breathing treatments. We’re taking him to a pulmonologist in a few weeks to find a better solution to maintaining his asthma symptoms.
This week, though, he’s on vacation—school’s out for all of Thanksgiving week. Since we’ll be spending the holiday with my family this year, we’re letting him go visit a few days beforehand. Thanksgiving is a time when my mom’s family gets together at her house, as many people as can be there. Some of us make our way there on Wednesday evening, and we always spend the night playing games and catching up. Thursday more people trickle in until it’s finally lunchtime, when we have a big family dinner, and then everyone heads home midafternoon. As long as no one mentions politics, things generally go very pleasantly, and it’s always nice to see some of my extended family that I don’t see at other times.
When we come back here on Thursday evening, we’ll put up our Christmas decorations. I suppose it is a bit early for some people, but Thanksgiving has always been when I remember decorating the tree. As a kid, I always felt a bit sad when Thanksgiving afternoon was over and everyone was gone—and I think maybe Mom and Dad did, too. We always cheered ourselves up by getting the tree decorated and enjoying looking at the lights in the evening.
I suppose I don’t feel sad in the same way that I once did when Thanksgiving was over, but part of that is being an adult and no longer being the person left with a mostly-empty house but instead being a person who is going home. Our little pup will be waiting for us to come home, and at the end of a long drive will be our own beds. But still there is a fatigue involved in the whole thing, and the Christmas lights will be cheery.
That means I’ll spend the beginning of my week cleaning up the house and getting ready to pull the boxes up from the basement. We put up two trees—a traditional-style and one of the 1950s-style aluminum trees with a color wheel–and a few baubles here and there, and it all makes the room terribly cozy.
And in thinking of all of this, I’m reminded of how incredibly lucky we are, how incredibly beautiful our little life can be—what privilege surrounds us. This week there have been some stark reminders of just how fragile life can be, how cruel humans sometimes are to one another, and how difficult life can be. I’ve also had some reminders of how wonderful people can be.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I’m still making my way through national blog posting month, and we’re closing in on the final bit of the month now. I’m feeling a bit of fatigue, though I’m not sure if that’s really about posting every day or just about the sort of month I’ve had. I’ve posted more photos and fewer fully-fledged posts than I’d planned, but I’ve also surprised myself with a few that turned out to be better-than-expected, too. This week, I’ll be posting for Monster Monday, and right now the rest of the week is a mystery. 😉
And I’m off to read some of your posts while the video games go on around me. I’ve missed stopping by to say hello the last week or so! ❤