Oh, my, but I was excited about Comet ISON. For most of the last year I had read of the predictions for it. There were promises that the comet would be seen during the daylight hours it would be so bright. As the time came close to our being able to see it, I collected all the data I could find on where and when to look for it. We live in the middle of farm country. Our viewing would not be spoiled by city lights. I could hardly wait.
Then the comet started its swing around the sun. I, like so many people, had my anticipation level on high. Soon we would be able to see it! We waited. And waited. No comet came around. On Sunday they posted pictures from satellites of the fragments of ISON headed away from us. The sun destroyed it. Sure, they had predicted it could happen. But would it really? (LINK)
It is sad and amazing at the same time that this comet would come on a journey from big bang origins to flame out into its first orbit around our sun. So I’m back to hoping that there will be another “comet of the century” come around while I’m still on earth to see it.
The year was 1969. That Thanksgiving was special to me because I brought my newborn daughter home from the hospital that day. We went to my mom’s. She held the holiday meal until I was discharged from the hospital and all settled in. I certainly know the baby got more attention than Mom’s bountiful, delicious spread of food. Up until that day I never would eat dressing. It just looked yucky. For some reason that day it smelled so good I just had to have some. Why was my taste different than last year? Maybe I grew up more in that year between Thanksgivings than I even knew.
Fast forward until 1995 when that daughter had her own Thanksgiving baby, a son. It is fun to watch how their two birthdays bounce around the actual 4th Thursday of November. This year my grandson celebrates his 18th birthday on Thanksgiving. Oh how time flies.
It is just Husband and I for our holiday this year. My son and his family are at her parents’ home. My daughter just moved and we are postponing getting together until the weekend so she can settle in a bit first. So my little 8 pound turkey spins in the rotisserie and will soon fill the house with lots of good smells. And there will be dressing. Lots of dressing!
Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy your day!
“There is no known scientific way of predicting earthquakes. The most reliable method is to count the number of missing cats in the local paper: if it trebles, an earthquake is imminent.”
I don’t live in an earthquake prone area, but if I did I think I would have lots of cats!
My favorite show on television is NCIS. Before we got our DVR I never got to see it first run. USA Network runs old episodes all the time, sometimes all day long. I love seeing these episodes. This week I was watching one where the main character (Mark Harmon – crush!) was asked by his father to meet a fellow flyer from WWII who had saved his life. It was the plot line that this pilot was a German on the other side of the war. He felt like his life was far from good because of all the death he caused, so the father wanted to take his son to meet the dying German. He told the man who saved his life that his son would not have been born if he hadn’t helped him. His son helped people everyday (in his NCIS job) and that his son was the best man he had ever known. The German absorbed this and realized he had made some sort of good impact on the world during his lifetime. Me? I burst into tears. Why? It hit me like a ton of bricks that I never got that from my mother. Right up to her dying breath she was trying to change me. All I ever wanted from her was acceptance and unconditional love. It never came. It caused a big chasm between us. It was just shocking to me to hear that father say it about his son. So I cried.
What did I do then? I called my daughter. We talked through our days and “to do” lists. I told her about this NCIS episode and how it had impacted me. I told her she was the best person I knew hands down. I didn’t want it to go unsaid. She got teary. It was a grand moment. I plan on telling my son that, too, when I talk to him next time. He is such a kind, thoughtful man and deserves to hear that from me.
My husband just read in Rolling Stone that Simon and Garfunkel music can ease chronic pain. Ever doubtful, I googled it and found many, many news stories about this study. Here is the LINK. Specifically, Bridge Over Troubled Water is the #1 song that people claim helps them deal with pain. There were four other songs listed. You may recognize these songs, too. I’m wracking my brain trying to think if I ever found relief from joint pain with any songs. I find Jim Brickman songs soothing but not distracting enough from any pain. So it seems to me like everything else, there are probably people this works for and those who it doesn’t. How about you?
I will start this with a fact. I have always been a pacifist. War makes no sense to me. I would have been marching in Washington D.C. in the 60′s and early 70′s had I not been landlocked in the Midwest away from most of the action. I was raising babies and not protesting as I yearned to do.
Several years ago I bought a light system at Christmas that had five blocks to insert mini-lights through various holes to spell out a greeting. I chose to make PEACE. I staked it in front of the bushes street-side. It was my “statement” and also the start of our involvement in the wars after 9/11. My husband became afraid locals would disapprove of my sign and propel bricks through our front windows. Remember back at that time it was “unamerican” to be against those military actions? I took it down. In fact, I threw it away.
So I am having a hard time embracing events unfolding in our family. My grandson turns 18 in a couple of weeks. He will graduate from high school at the end of the semester. He plans on joining the Marines. Oh dear… I am excited for him because he is all gung ho about it. I’ve never seen him so focused on anything since his Play Station 3. He should know this week if the paperwork has gone through.
So I am walking along the top of the fence line right now. I want him to find his way into a solid future. I also don’t want him to be put in harm’s way. I’m trying to stay neutral. I haven’t said anything negative or positive for that matter. Oh, well, I did ask him if he saw the movie Hurt Locker yet and encouraged him to watch it before he makes any big decisions. A grandma has to try doesn’t she?
Today I look forward to the ghosts and goblins. Usually I sit in my living room with a BIG bowl of candy to pass out to the treaters. Sometimes I have 25 of them. Sometimes I have less than 5. Last year I had zero! Our town started haunted trails where the merchants set up stations to pass out candy to the costumed kiddies who walk through. I live in a town of 4000. This Halloween event draws 800 to 1200 kids! I think the success of this has taken them off the streets into a safer environment. It is well embraced by the parents.
So what makes this year different? I’m not at home. I came to visit my grandchildren. They range in age from 19 to 5. The two little ones are really into the costumes and candy this year. Their father for the second year in a row built a Cylon pumpkin. He’s still a kid at heart or maybe just a big nerd at heart? lol Here’s a video to show what that is all about.
So tonight we will trek to Sonic to buy 50 cent Halloween corn dogs, eat some pumpkin bread I’m baking as I type (you should smell it!), and hopefully have a few kids ringing the doorbell. My teen grandkids are dressing up for various parties of their own, so I think it will be me manning the door. It has been pouring down rain for the last two days. They promise it will end before time to venture out. I hope so. The little ones have really been excited about the candy caches they will amass tonight. Happy Halloween!