This piece is near to my heart, as are many of my pieces, but if all my creative efforts remained in my heart heaviness might collect there
I’ve shared this piece before, it’s time to share again
after all, ’tis the season of warmth, good cheer, fellowship and peace – I pray❤️
did I mention
my son is driving now
I watch him
only slightly less wide
than the door frame
muscles blowing out
voice sincerely deep
he is not a man
still closer to 15 than adulthood
joining gaggles of generation teXters
spreading their rubber wings
upon an overburdened world saturated with flashing macadam, blinding halogens
complicated souls perpetually racing their personal calendars
his young supple mind must remain
singular of purpose
leave all those fresh happenings
before leaping behind the velveteen wheel
yanking its quadruplet of synchronized tires into the fray
may each and every casual roll
be from point a to point b only
not a flippant roll of the dice
he is not a gambler
neither am I
this is the season
both the same
singular of purpose
when singing and shining
in this glorious cacophony
of colored bells
and bursting evergreen stars
for those who celebrate this warm day of family and friends gathering (mostly for food;)) and collecting in peace, Happy Thanksgiving
for those who don’t, have a wonderful weekend – thank you
honoring all who have gone before
Well, my friends-
It is Thanksgivingpalooza again…
Boatloads of Italians will begin arriving at my door tomorrow.
The crowd will blossom to 25+ for Thanksgiving then I will have 21 lovely people sleeping under my roof…
Needless to say, my laptop will most likely be lost beneath monstrous blanket piles.
For those who celebrate, I wish you a warm and wondrous holiday. For those who don’t, I wish you lovely days ahead.
If I recover both my laptop and my sanity, I’ll return after a short regroup. 🙂
In the words of my friend, Simon Tocclo of Liberian Me
PEACE, LOVE AND LIGHT
Behind many holiday histories, both good and bad events exist. When we celebrate, let’s not forget to honor the memories of those who lived through one side or the other.
Squanto art previously published
For the last six days, my home was filled with family and friends. My pantry, garage and fridge were packed with food. Twenty-six people shared Thanksgiving at my table(s). Including my immediate family, nineteen people slept under my roof until saturday. It was – as promised – our annual Thanksgivingpalooza. But, the past few days of insanity, loudness and laughter were wrapped up warmly in homemade applesauce, 3 turkeys and a ham.
I sit here now alone in my studio tapping keys to speak. The dishwasher is the only thing chattering. My mom and dad left about an hour ago. The giant husband and delicate daughter are both at work. The big son is at a friend’s house. I’m here with Rocky the Shepherd and Mojo the Dachshund wishing they’d kept up with their ESL lessons. Rocky is a bit sad like me. Mojo is happy because he’s no longer being carried like a strapless handbag.
Every year as much as I wish for peace and quiet by day four of Thanksgivingpalooza, I realize it’s only the quiet that returns. Peace can be loud, insane and crazy wrapped up warmly in homemade applesauce, 3 turkeys and a ham.
Thank you. May you dream of a life filled with friends, family and warm applesauce.
Sad Clown created a month ago, waiting for the right moment to share…
Turkeys across America would appreciate if all US citizens would be so kind as to take up drum playing – preferably before the fourth thursday this November. Delicious music fills the heart and soul…
Happiest of Thanksgivings to those of you who’ll be celebrating. To all else, have a wonderful few days. As for me, I’ll be hosting Thanksgivingpalooza – which includes entertaining and feeding a houseful of 20+ crazy people for several days!
Drumsticks inspired after writing Thanksgiving Day grocery list
According to Nielsen, this Thanksgiving holiday over 20 million viewers will watch The National Dog Show on NBC. The upcoming canine event reminded me of a post I published awhile back titled, Oscarminster. I wrote Oscarminster, as The Oscars and Westminster Dog Show, were gearing up for their respective nights. I ‘reshare’ it with you because it’s Funday and who doesn’t like having fun…
If the Academy Awards and the Westminster Dog Show combined, I would watch the entire spectacle. I imagine it would go something like this: actor and show dog saunter down the red-grass carpet complete with shiny bagging stations. For the gala’s opening act, Ellen Degeneres bursts onto the stage accompanied by a divine chorus singing, “I wish I were an Oscarminster winner, that’s what I would truly love to be, ’cause if I were an Oscarminster winner everybody’d be in love with me.” At the end of the number Ellen blows into a tiny Oscarminster whistle that she’d been hiding in her lapel pocket.
Gorgeous show dogs wearing couture bound out and frolic with the singers. Throughout the course of the evening, stunning Oscar nominees prance glossy canines around the stage circle (nominees fearing wardrobe malfunctions could walk briskly). This exercise replaces drawn out Academy speeches. Shimmering Oscar statuettes – made of solid rawhide – are then awarded to those with the strongest grip and biggest teeth. And that my friends would be entertainment worth watching… 🙂
Thank you. May you dream of cold noses and warm slippers.
Oscarminster barked up this morning – mixed media, Tombow Markers and Prisma Pencils