Conversation – 21

@sheba2011

Phew!! Glad you drove. However, the return trip does not sound too promising, though Denver knows how to shovel better than the Northeast. Too bad the car does not know how to navigate between the snowflakes.

It is pouring right now and thundering. The men showed up to plant two things that will have pink flowers all year round. Hopefully, it will bring a few butterflies and hummingbirds. The front of the house is a total disaster since I had someone take out the plants that looked horrible. So now I just have an empty area with that dreadful sandy soil. They will be back next week to plant some beautiful flowering plants that I will be able to cut now and then for a delightful bouquet. I love flowers. they will also get rid of the soil and will start from scratch.

I signed up for Thanksgiving to be with hubby. My original plan was to make a turkey at home with all the fixings and to make enough for his roommate. I did purchase a sherpa blanket of a different color from hubby’s and he loves it. That room is like an icicle at night and I am not exaggerating. Tomorrow’s dinner starts at 1pm and rest assure I will probably leave hours prior. He will be playing the piano which will be quite festive and will make him smile more. My guy is quite talented and would have probably made it on stage if not for rent and food. One of his sister’s attended Juilliard as a pianist. She was going to start giving performances but met someone who was a physician and married him. She is a lovely person and must be close to 90 today. Hubby is lots younger and of course the baby of the family. Hubby will have tons to look at when he returns home. At the moment I am looking at outdoor cushions for the outdoor settee and two chairs (all in white wicker) since the ones we had were tossed with the nodoor furniture. I think I found a cushion for the settee.

I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving and finding your sister is cancer free is a miracle and a feat that we all hope for. You have so much to be thankful for. By the way, have your son bring Poppy to face time. It will be a beautiful moment for the three of you/or four. The dogs have no idea where the sound is coming from and they do go room to room thinking you are home. A few are smart enough to figure it out and then the laughter. I know you miss your baby.

I have never judged a person. I try to be friendly as best as I can knowing what others have done to me. Hubby has had that as well. I would have loved meeting Leonard Bernstein, but knowing his cousin and her spouse was enough. They were friends with my parents and got together once per week. My mom played maj jong and canasta. Dad was poker.. They and their friends played for pennies. They were a lively group. I enjoyed their banter. and still miss them this very day.

Loved Ethel Merman and did not realize that we shared the same birthday until after she passed. She was down to earth. with no airs. What you saw is what she was. Suzanne Somers was the same. Having $$ and going to a prestige college is not everything. It’s who you are that brings me to the table. A huge ego will make me run the other way. Enough said.

Hmm….I wonder if Hubby remembers the following song?

Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandfather’s house away!
We would not stop
For doll or top,
For ‘t is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river, and through the wood,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes,
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood,
With a clear blue winter sky,
The dogs do bark,
And children hark,
As we go jingling by.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play —
Hear the bells ring
Ting a ling ding,
Hurra for Thanksgiving day!

Over the river, and through the wood —
No matter for winds that blow;
Or if we get
The sleigh upset
Into a bank of snow.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To see little John and Ann;
We will kiss them all,
And play snowball,
And stay as long as we can.

Over the river, and through the wood,
Trot fast my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting-hound,
For ‘t is Thanksgiving day!

Over the river, and through the wood,
And straight through the barnyard gate;
We seem to go
Extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait.

Over the river, and through the wood —
Old Jowler hears our bells;
He shakes his pow, [sic]
With a loud bow-wow,
And thus the news he tells.

Over the river, and through the wood —
When Grandmother sees us come,
She will say, Oh dear,
The children are here,
Bring a pie for every one.

Over the river, and through the wood —
Now Grandmothers cap I spy!
Hurra for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurra for the pumpkin pie!

This was actually a poem by Lydia Maria Child. The poem appeared in “Flowers for Children, ” 1844. Happy Thanksgiving.

Even though it’s actually a Christmas song, we used to just do the first couple of stanzas just to make it for Thanksgiving.