A few snow flurries last week sent the message that winter is indeed on its way. Predictions are for a rainy Thanksgiving Day, but we’ll all be too busy stuffing our faces and enjoying gatherings of friends and family to care about the weather. As for those who will be traveling, I expect they will be thankful it’s not snow. For the sake of skiers, Let’s hope that the cooler mountain tops will get some white stuff while we get wet stuff.
For all you lovers of piano music, you’ll be pleased that Tamara Poddubnaya and two of her wonderful students will be back in town next week. They will be performing on Thursday evening, Dec. 2, so mark your calendars. The recital will start at 7:30 p.m. at the McLaughlin Science Center auditorium at Gould Academy.
Senior Players performed their fall production over the weekend. Saturday night there was a SRO crowd, and Sunday afternoon, a smaller, but appreciative audience. It’s always energizing for the performers to have an audience which laughs in all the right places, and if need be, wipes away a few tears in the poignant scenes. Many thanks to all of you who came.
We note with sadness the passing of Helen Saunders, who had roots in West Bethel. To her many friends and family we extend our sympathy and condolences.
The big T-Day is tomorrow. Here at the Garden of Eden we expect to be 16 at table, which will take some clever juggling of furniture and space, but I think we have it all figured out. I’m looking forward to the entire Hoeh clan’s being here, as well as one boyfriend and one Danish exchange student. Joining us for cocktails will be Taylor Thompson; his wife, Val Uber; their two sons, Graham and Warren; and their very good friend, Monique Monroe. They will be staying at their place on the Flat Road for the holiday.
Someone sent me the following in an e-mail, and I want to share it with all of you as we prepare for this Thanksgiving holiday:
I AM THANKFUL:
For the wife who says it’s hot dogs tonight, because she is home with me, and not out with someone else.
For the husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato, because he is home with me and not out at the bars.
For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes, because it means she is at home, not on the streets.
For the taxes I pay, because it means I am employed.
For the mess to clean after a party, because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means I have enough to eat.
For my shadow that watches me work, because it means I am out in the sunshine.
For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and gutters that need fixing, because it means I have a home.
For all the complaining I hear about the government, because it means we have freedom of speech.
For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot, because it means I am capable of walking and I have been blessed with transportation.
For my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in church who sings off key, because it means I can hear.
For the pile of laundry and ironing, because it means I have clothes to wear.
For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day, because it means I have been capable of working hard.
For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means I am alive.
And finally, for too many e-mails, because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.
Live well, laugh often, and love with all of your heart!