I’m feeling a little out of sorts this morning. I didn’t get enough sleep.
See, Charlie went hunting with the boys (Bud, Smitty, Pat, Tommy and Junior) this weekend. They stayed up to an old hunting camp that’s been in Smitty’s family for generations. I can’t tell you where it is, because the boys swore a “blood oath” never to reveal it’s location, even, or especially to their wives. Honest to God!
With all six of those boys packed in together, you can just imagine the snoring. It’s enough to scare off any predator within half a mile. My husband’s no light sleeper, and it even kept him awake. Combine that with being outside all day, and drinking beer into the night, and Charlie was pretty bushed by the time he got home. He fell asleep the minute his head hit the pillow, and he set right into serenading me with a delightful medley of snores and grunt that were so powerful, even his Breathe Right strip gave up the ghost. I kept poking him, telling him to roll over, and he’d stop for a minute or two. Just long enough for me to almost doze off. Then Charlie would gear up again. Took me forever to get to sleep.
Earlier, while I was putting on my makeup and fluffing my hair, I turned on the tube. Usually I love morning TV, but today it got me going. I’m sorry, but doesn’t it seem a tad too early for Christmas commercials? I mean, I still have a sugar hangover from the Halloween candy I bought on sale this weekend. I know I shouldn’t have, but I just couldn’t help myself. Those little candy bars look so harmless. And they are, if you eat just one. Ya, like that’s going to happen.
Well, that got me to thinking about Thanksgiving, three weeks away, and me still playing around with my summer weight. I lose four pounds, gain back two, then lose another half a pound. It’s overwhelming when I think of gearing up for that big push from Thanksgiving through New Year’s. What with all the candy at work, the Christmas bizarre down to Saint Hyacinth’s, and all the holiday parties, I’m going to need an industrial strength spanky.
How about this: let’s move Thanksgiving to the last Thursday in March, because right now, it’s just too close to Christmas (this year, especially) which means too much of everything: pressure, time spent preparing food, over eating and traveling to be with family. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a holiday to look forward to at the end of winter? Easter doesn’t count. It’s a church holiday, and not everyone celebrates it. The great thing about Thanksgiving is that it’s all about family and food. And thinking about the things you’re grateful for. If it was at the end of March, we could celebrate winter being over. Almost. Right now, Thanksgiving is mostly just a deadline for getting your Christmas list together, and a reminder that there’s less than thirty shopping days left before the holiday!
Well, I need to leave for work. I’m still a kind of groggy, but a stop at to the Busy Bee should chase the clouds away. Babe serves a coffee frappe made with a shot of real coffee and Gifford’s coffee ice cream that’ll just knock your socks off. No wonder I can’t lose weight!
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
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Upcoming Performances and Book Events: Fall
November 7-9: I Married an Alien, The Public Theatre, Friday and Saturday at 7:00 p.m., Sunday at 3:00 p.m., Lewiston, ME
November 20: Book Reading, Hubbard Free Library, 6:30 p.m., Hallowell, ME
November 29 & 30: A Very Ida Christmas, The Footlights, Saturday at 7:00 p.m., Sunday at 2:00 p.m., Falmouth, ME
December 22: Filming The View From He’ah, with guest Jennifer Armstrong, 7:00 p.m., PPMtv, Portsmouth, NH