Friday, November 27, 2009
That's Ms. CoCo Chanel, AKA "the Upper East Side bitch", in the picture above. She's postively exhausted after being on guard all day, protecting the humans from themselves, being especially careful to fret over the Grandbabies while being "on call" to clean up anything that dropped from the counters onto the kitchen floor.
Above and to your right is Mr. Lenny Bruce Brisco, held in the loving arms of our Ms. Mia.
He's usually absolutely undone by her love, and you can't hear him, but he was actually snoring when I took this picture.
I greeted Ms. Conroy in the bathroom earlier this morning. Well, "greet" is a relative term, isn't it? As I recall through the post-carbohydrate haze, we sort of made a mostly pleasant sound in each other's general direction - somewhere between a grunt and an actual 'good morning', but not exactly either.
I have a few wonderful memories that lighten my steps this morning:
The first is our "grace" before the meal. We usually go round the table and each person says one thing for which they are thankful.
Her sister, Ms. Mackie, who is eight and a real Thanksgiving Day veteran, was a bit different. She understands the process now. She said she was thankful for 'Clara' - her white pet bunny - who loves, loves, LOVES bananas as a special treat, sez Mackie.
Finally, it was Ms. Abbi's turn. Without missing a beat, she half-whispered, "I thankful for hugs from my family."
I was as delighted by her response as I was amazed at her ability to have "gotten" the process.
"Wow!" she gasped, "You have a wace cahr!" Then she squealed delightedly and clapped her hands, "I'm widding in a wace cahr!"
I think my favorite moment came much later, as Ms. Mackie was playing a mean game of scrabble at the dinning room table, before dessert.
She was "pwaying" with two of her favorite toys - a large stuffed frog and a small stuffed Canada goose - and engaging them in very whimsical but rather intense conversation.
"Mmm, Abbi," I said, in an attempt to mimic the whimsy of her voice, "I don't think Canada geese talk to frogs."
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me, startled and then rather pensive for a few moments. She turned back to her play and said, "Well, they do when I pway with them.
I have no doubt. No doubt at all.
While the rest of God's people rush off to celebrate Black Friday, I've determined that I am NOT going shopping. Not today. Not me. No sir. No way.
I'm just going to sit here and bask in the glow of yesterday's celebration.
I am very, very thankful.
Yes, indeed, I am.