Did I ever tell you that I hate wrapping presents? When I was a kid, everyone carefully untied the ribbon and unwrapped the gifts so the paper and ribbons could be used again. 1930’s Depression thinking. When teasing from my youngest daughter got too much about this, I stopped wrapping each gift. I’d wrap boxes and use them again year after year. When we moved in here, I got rid of most of the pre-wrapped boxes.
No ripping paper off packages here.
We now have a younger child at our celebrations. She gets these big unwieldy packages that need individual wrapping. Barbie chariots, that sort of thing. Barbie horses. So yesterday, I wrapped big unwieldy packages. I know those giant rips are coming.
Tomorrow, we move on to a food holiday. I am filled with gratitude that I’m alive and a different person. I’m also very grateful that we get to have a meal with one of our favorite people, Captain Poolie. I’m just never excited about the meal itself. Food holiday meals never seem to agree with either of our stomachs.
"No MSG please," doesn’t always work, so I’m just grateful for the friends and the season. Maybe there will be a buffet…that’s our kind of paper ripping for Thanksgiving.
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