Thanksgiving today. I did not celebrate. Instead, I did some work, did some chores . . . you know. Got stuff done.
I enjoy doing mundane things on holidays. There’s just something deep about it that I can’t quite explain.
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My father fell and broke his ankle several weeks ago. Because of this, we met on Friday for the meal, so, Thursday was more mundane for me, too. I have to say, I did enjoy that.
Scott
Ah, time for contemplation. Too much is too much for me, but some is wonderful.
Yes, it’s a good thing I have so many other things I enjoy doing!!!
One of my favorite Thanksgivings was before I had a family of my own. Just me and my journal and my computer and writing. For five days I turned down all requests to join others . . .
Wrote 5 stories that long weekend. But it was the ample solitude that resonates to this day.
Ciao ciao Mollie!
Evan
Good memories…I had to artificially induce this solitude last weekend with a night at a hotel. Was awesome, wrote the whole time. 😊
That’s so Maya Angelou of you, Mollie!
She used to go write in a hotel too . . .