I’ve been in a funk the last few days.  Creatively anyway.  I’m not sure if it’s writer’s block or just general lack of interest in 99.9% of the happenings.  So, I’m forcing myself to write something (anything), hoping that I can get my proverbial juices flowing.

Now,  what to write…

Oh I know!

So, Thanksgiving is coming up next week, and being that I’m 500+ miles away from my family and the new house is closing on Wednesday, I’ll be staying here for the holiday.  This won’t be the first Thanksgiving I’ve spent away from family,  last year I slept most of Thanksgiving day so I could camp outside of Best Buy for black Friday.  The year before that the boyfriend and I went to Las Vegas, and subsequently totaled my car and joked about a quickie wedding with Elvis.

This year, barring any car accidents or spur of the moment decisions to sleep on pavement in freezing weather, should prove to be rather uneventful.   I think the older I get the less I seem to care about holidays, other than the extended weekends they offer.  I don’t really partake in the typical festivities; no over eating and watching copious amounts of football for me.  What I once enjoyed the most about Thanksgiving (spending time with my family, eating some of the best homemade food my grandmother could possibly make) has all but completely disappeared.   We’ve all grown and gone our separate ways.  Started families and traditions of our own, leaving the ones we’ve grown up with behind.

I’m making it my goal, my mission, to gather my entire family, both by blood and those with whom I’m so close they might as well be family, and have the Thanksgiving gathering of a life time next year.  So mark my words, if I do nothing else for the next year, I will at least plan and deliver an amazing Thanksgiving in 2010.  I want it to be one of those stories to tell the grandchildren.

“One year, for Thanksgiving at Laura’s house…”