My family hates it,

mostly because it’s an obsession of mine.

It happens every time we get back from vacation

or a family reunion or any big event

.          .          .I   CAN’T   LET   IT   GO!

When we come back from vacation I ask questions like,

“Hey, do you remember what we were doing exactly this time last week or three weeks ago or even,

THIS      TIME      LAST      YEAR?”

Drives’em  crazy.

It’s late.

All are asleep.

I just finished watching parts of the third of three football games.     .     .

Unlike years past
WE were homebound;
we did not do more traveling today

than a gaggle of Turkey’s

P R E-T H A N K S G I V I N G;

I can’t tell you how many times

I’ve walked back into the kitchen after the big dinner,

the table was cleared,

dishes done.     .     .
Thank God the refrigerator door

doesn’t have an automatic lock on it after a certain amount of accessing times.     .     .

My pants are tight (yeah, even these sweat pants)
and my heart is even fuller.      .      .

I    R E – M  E  M  B  E  R.         .         .

constantly putting back together the pieces of my life

and those that have

 t      h      a      n      k      f      u      l      l      y

 intermeshed their fabric into my Tapestry.       .       .

Is   I T    O v e r ?

I think not.       .       .

This won’t be the first time you’ll see something like this here.     .     .

I am always reaching back and bringing it all forth again;

I think the    r e a l    Thanksgiving
isn’t on the day with all of the parades,

football,

repeated eating fests—-

it’s the  DAYS  After.     .     .

EVERYONE  is Thankful on  THAT  day!

But it’s the days following where the

T   H   A   N   K   F   U   L        M   E   T   E   R

might find its truest test.      .      .

What then?

Get your Thanksgiving  ON

the days following when Time blurs on to the next Holiday;

Seriously, are we less thankful the days following?

Do we have to reach back to actually RE-MEMBER

or is it, truly, not just a day, or a season–

Dare it actually be a Lifestyle?

Well.       .       .

it’s what I ponder

as I finish that last lonely piece of pie—

it  was begging for it!

Hmmmmmmmmmmm.              .              .

I just can’t let it go.         .         .

I’m thinking

I’m thanking

I’m THINKING

I’M THANKING.       .       .

that could be a Great thing.         .         .

A Very Great, Tasty,

FULL – FILLING  THING.       .       .

Y  o  u ?

As much as you JUST

celebrated THANKSGIVING

.         .          .and even though your Stomach might still be full,

I hope your heart is EMPTY enough to

truly continue this Season of

T     H     A     N     K     S
G           E          T          T          I          N          G

.          .          .may it be way better than you have planned

or    i m a g i n e d

W     E     L     L.          .          .

what answer you to enter into paradise:

H A V E     Y O U     F O U N D     J O Y     I N     Y O U R     L I F E

and even more so:

H  A  S     Y O U R       L  I  F  E       B  R  O  U  G  H  T      J  O  Y
T  O          O  T  H  E  R  S

Do   you   believe

as the ancient Egyptians believe that when your soul gets to heaven

you but have to answer these questions and

P                 R                 E                 S                 T                 O

If you found

J            O            Y

If you gave

J            O            Y

you entered into Paradise.          .          .

sounds simple

sounds glorious

doesn’t it.          .          .

Yesterday I was heading home after visiting  a couple who were making final plans on their upcoming wedding when I saw a little girl and her brother were selling Kool-Aid in their drive way.  Mom was doing some yard work behind them and when I stopped and asked them what they were selling they both yelled out:

“GRAPE  KOOL-AID”

“G R A P E     K  O  O  L  –  A  I  D, ” I yelled back.  “That’s my favorite.  How much do I owe you for my most favorite drink ever?”

They both yelled back, “A Quarter!”

“A Quarter?  Oh my, since it’s my most favorite drink ever would it be okay if I paid you both a dollar?”

“YES!  YES!  Mom, he’s going to pay us both a dollar for his most favorite drink!”

Mom was behind them, mouthing the words,

“T H A N K    Y O U”

I drank the small Dixie cup of watered down Grape Kool-Aid in front of them and let out a huge sigh as I wiped my mouth and told them:

“THE   BEST  EVER!   THANK YOU!”

Joy

received

JOY

shared :

P A R A D I S E

(In a Moment)

The Caring Catalyst

in me has a nice vision

a beautiful belief:

F          I          N          D          I          N          G

S          H          A          R          I          N          G

j          o          y

I  S

P       A       R       A       D       I       S       E

h     e    r     e

and

t      h      e      r      e

(u s h e r     i t )

o f t en

You want to know when the Grass fades the fastest. . .?

Whenever you try to compare

YOUR     GREEN

with

SOMEONE     ELSE’S     GREEN

We Want

We Wish

We Dream

We Scheme

We Hope

We Mope

We Covet

We Bargain

We Steal

sometimes what’s someone else’s and not ours

until we find what’s someone else’s is not ours

for reasons that can’t make any grass greener. . .

even with a bottomless bucket of green paint

and an endless supplies of paint brushes.

WE     K N O W

The grass isn’t greener on the other side of the fence. . .

in fact, it often has much more manure

or unseen holes

that beg to find your not-so-sure-steps.

We KNOW IT. . .

WE KNOW THAT WE KNOW IT

in fact

WE BET OUR LIVES THAT WE KNOW IT

and for the very life of us

WE      ACT      LIKE      WE      DON’T    KNOW      IT

Pssssssssssssssst:

If the Shoe doesn’t fit.         .        .

don’t wear it

or be prepared

to walk

a lot differently

(unnecessarily)

When the Grass fades

(and it will)

be glad it’s  your  grass

to be on.         .         .

It’ll make all the Difference in your Yard

and Some One Else’s, too!

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