My thought processor to run a connective marathon with
Both sides of our family and life long friends in
The midwest before flying home to embrace the annual
Migration of beloved snowbird friends before
Re-energizing our hearts and readying our home to welcome
David and one of his best friends into our guest rooms so as to
Enjoy a football weekend with us immediately before preparing
Our Thanksgiving feast took over our kitchen during
The days before Barry and Marie flew in to occupy
The spruced up guest room that David’s friend had just enjoyed as
His own, followed by enjoying our Thanksgiving feast, which
Preceeded Ravi’s 4th birthday party on Saturday, which
Thankfully, came off without a hitch though she’d been sick during
The week, in fact, sick enough to have been homebound along with
Her parents on Thanksgiving Day, which is why, before our feast
We’d caravan’d to their place to bring them knishes and cheer; then
Straight from Ravi’s party on Saturday, Will and I
Drove Barry and Marie to the airport, where, while
Hugging goodbye, our hearts smiled to know that
Out love fest will resume quite soon, as
Will and I plan to drive to the coast over winter break to
Enjoy time with Tony and Ray, who, having spent
Thanksgiving with their dad, were deeply missed, this week—and
As enjoying Rocky movies, together, is another family tradition
David arrived home after Ravi’s party with three tickets in hand for
CREED II, which Will and I and he were off to see (after
I’d awakened from a late afternoon nap), last night, and thus
Did it come to pass that by Sunday, my energy, having been
Fully spent, saw me feeling exhausted to the bone and in need of
Down time, big time, when David picked up Ravi so as to enjoy
His precious niece during the last hours of his ten day stay—
Thank goodness, my choice of clothes for our upcoming trip
(With yet another lifelong friend) had been organized before
Family and friends flew in for the holiday, because
I’ve learned from past experience that as soon as I arrive
Home from dropping David at the airport, today, my think tank
Will shut down, no if’s and’s or but’s about it—
Imagine how exhausted (and anxious) I’d have felt about
Over-extending myself to an overwhelming degree had I not
Agreed, wholeheartedly, to pack up our Thanksgiving feast
(For thirteen) so as to caravan to the home of a younger cousin where
Our clan enjoyed celebrating with hers—thank goodness, deeper truth
(Being so bold as to look me straight in the eye and speak to me of
Personal limitations with assertive clarity on Thursday) reminded
My younger-than-springtime-spirit that age is not just a number
And at my present age, I simply can’t continue to generate
The super octane mental and physical energy that had
Naturally been mine to spare during the years of
My prime when thirty or more loved ones were wholeheartedly
Embraced to break bread at our table while hoping not to bite into
A knish stuffed with cotton, which was traditionally mixed in with
About a hundred or more, which, being absolutely delish
Are always devoured quick as a wink—
Sighhh ...
PS
Serving up a knish filled with cotton is yet another
Long standing tradition to uphold from generation to
Generation, beginning with Will's grandma, who’d
Sailed across the ocean to the USA from 'the old country'
And with tongue in cheek, I'd begun to put my own spin on
Will’s funny family tradition by stuffing cotton into
Two knishes, so that more than once during dinner, we'd
All have reason to laugh out loud upon hearing—I got it!
PSS
As I truly feel blessed to know that so many in our
Beloved family continue to see me as the hub, making
Certain that our well oiled wheel delivers us to places
In the heart that we all long to enjoy, forever and a day
Please do not confuse the explanatory nature of these last
Several posts as my lodging complaints or laments—for example
Today’s intuitive train of thought is an honest assessment of
A life well lived staring clearly at necessary change (which
I’d not freely choose to make) in a natural state of transition—
BTW, I don't think you've ever seen 'our' homemade knishes
(This being the tray that everyone 'noshed' on while watching
Football before we'd packed up the rest of this year's batch, which
Were transported to our cousin's kitchen along with
The rest of our mouth-watering feast)—Yum ...
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