As I lift my favourite mug toward my mouth the handle breaks, spilling soy milky frothy coffee all over myself. That’s a troublesome way to start the day but maybe it reinforces my intention to stop with the soy milky frothy elixir first thing every morning. Maybe. Worth pondering.
I’m starting a 16:8 intermittent fasting routine and soy milk in the morning is a cheat. I’m toying with switching to a good, but less satisfying in the morning, cup of peppermint tea. Or maybe mate tea. But, man, I’m going to miss that first cup of coffee. Maybe I’ll establish a special routine to enjoy one delicious mug after 1:00pm every afternoon.
Anyway, enough about the coffee.
When it gets light, I see a dusting of snow on the hills—the first of the season and a harbinger of what’s to come. I snap a quick photo with my phone to mark the occasion.
And a quick lunch.
And an afternoon of puttering in the kitchen to prepare a Thanksgiving meal for the three of us. I take an almost-embarrassing number of shortcuts with the menu—no, wait, they’re not embarrassing at all. I’m 62-years-old and I’ve cooked more than my share of turkey dinners the long way. No apologies for taking a simpler route.
Makiya initiates the traditional “what are you thankful for?” conversation and when her turn comes around the first thing she says is that she’s thankful to be living here in Kamloops. She goes on to name her new school and new friends and my own sense of gratitude grows as she speaks, thankful she’s weathering the transition so well.
That was yesterday.
Today is officially Thanksgiving but I embrace the tradition of eating turkey on Sunday and enjoying rest and relaxation on Monday. And I need the rest this year.
I’m weary. Bone weary. Skin weary, and organ weary, and every-part-of-me weary too. There’s much I could do today but I’ll probably do very little. That’s my plan anyway. We’ll see how things unfold with the other two residents of this home who seem to have far more energy than me.
It’s going to be a short and busy week. In four days we’ll travel and move Laurinda down from Prince George. There are many things to be thankful for this year and that’s one of the big things.
If you’re in Canada, I extend Thanksgiving greetings on this Monday that feels like something else. Happy Turkey Day or, in our case, Turkey Sandwich Day.