November 24, 2006
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Quick post.
I felt like a snowflake last night. Suspended but in motion. Alone but a part of something bigger. Pretty. Happy. Still. Contentment is not an emotion I know intimately. But I think its a snowflake feeling.
Thanksgiving passed without a sound. We almost forgot, what with living in a place that the day is just like anyother, starting a new job, and going to the isle of skye this weekend. But it was a fun night. We went out with some friends who’ve just moved here from England. We saw the new Bond movie and had a pint. We ate marvelous sushi. I love living on an island; the fish is divine.
Sunday, December 3 we are having the International crew over for a rescheduled Thanksgiving diner. Friends from Afganastan, Iran, Indonesia, Iraq, Chile, and England will be joining us for some good old American gluttony. I’ll be trying to cook our meal via the Thanksgiving recipe from Eating Well. Aside from Thanksgiving last year when my mom came to Chicago to run the Turkey Trot 7 K race with me and Shaun and I made us turkey sandwiches and lots of side dishes, this will be my first attempt at organizing and cooking a holiday meal. Wish me luck!
Also, can I say: I love BUST magazine. New issue came yesterday. It makes me so happy every time. Girls rock. BUST knows it.
That is all.
Comments (6)
Good luck with the feast! And you have me in suspended motion picturing that snowflake falling in a field of snow. “Like the descent of our last end..” Snowflakes always remind me of that and something bigger too.
Be well young lady!
Saw the Bond film Wednesday night. Interesting plot twist! Not sure how often one can say that of a 007 movie.
So nice of you to ensure American gluttony can be shared with the international community. It is a great holiday!
Calling out to the empty night
Watching as the snowflakes
Come dancing round the light
Dancing up against the window
It’s like they’re peeking through the glass
And they hover for a moment
And then they fall on past
– James McMurtry, Rachel’s Song, from “Where’d You Hide the Body?”
Glad you’re doing well. Happy ex-pat Thanksgiving.
I like what you wrote- about “snowflake feeling”- alone, but part of something bigger. There’s a poem in there, somewhere! Lisa
ryc: Whenever you come back to the states or if for some reason I end up there, I’ll be sure to pull a prank with you. Not on you but with you. That’s the best way to start. Then it’s fair game and you’ll be tp’d before you know it!
BUST?! I have got to check this out. If you relaxed, then you experienced ThanksG. Good job.
Your feast sounds amazing. Have a blast!