For some reason, I can’t get the “Goodbye” song out of my head. You know, the “Na na na-na…na na na-na…hey hey hey…goodbye!” Don’t you hate when you hear a whip of a song somewhere and find yourself singing it FOREVER? The only cure for it is usually to hunt down the song and play it in it’s entirety. Then, whatever it is in your soul that was craving that particular song is satisfied and will move on to other things.
Speaking of goodbye, whew what a month! I didn’t know so many things could be accomplished in the span of 30 days, but there you have it. We successfully purchased new cars, moved into our new home, and hosted our family for our first U.S.A. Thanksgiving in over 5 years. I started setting up my lab and outlining my new course starting in January, and in the midst of it all actually managed to wear clothing that matched and blog about it.
Having my family here for the holidays was a blast. I’m still finding remnants of my niece – a cupcake-shaped eraser here. A miniature spoon there. And we’re still working our way through mountains of leftovers. If any of you still have Turkey leftovers, here’s a quick tip – buy some of those pillsbury crescent rolls. On a cookie sheet, put down each triangle and fill it with pieces of turkey, a spoonful of stuffing, and a dollop of cranberry sauce. Roll up the crescent roll, creating a mini turkey roll-up, and baste the top with a bit of butter. Bake for 15 minutes at 350° and voila! Thanksgiving Leftover Sandwich of Dreams.
So, with some leftover Turkey and stuffing, here’s a roundup of my outfit favorites from November. For full outfit details, feel free to check out the original blog post.
Now, as we’re barreling towards the end of the year, my eyes start roving towards twinkle lights and festive cheer. It’s particularly hard to drum up some Christmas spirit this year, with everything happening in the world. But having my niece here, full of energy, reminded me of all of the good there is and the kind of world I want to build for her.
She climbed into my lap on Thanksgiving day and said, “Hillary didn’t win. I really wanted her to win.” I looked at her 4-year old face and confessed, “I really wanted Hillary to win too.” She looked away and sighed, “Donald Trump won. I really don’t like him because he says mean things. He’s always grumpy to me.” And in those few words, I realized something: Kids absorb everything. The emotions in the air and the words we try to shield them from – they absorb it and usually distill it down to it’s most basic core. And as much as I want to protect her from the political and social reign of fire, I know that I never can and never will. All I could say to her was that we get to be upset. And that we don’t have control over the actions of others and words other people might say. But we have control over our own. And the best we can do is pull ourselves up and be the person who doesn’t say mean things and is always respectful.
And with a nod and a hug, she ran off to play pretend, back in the mirth that comes with childhood.
I’m a little envious.