It was nice for my husband to have a four day weekend for the Thanksgiving Holiday. We didn’t do much for the holiday. Our family is not the traditional kind of family. We don’t even have a dining table at the moment. The house we live in is just not configured right for a dining table and the huge counter in the middle of the kitchen only has place for two or three bar stools. We have two that the children sit on to eat. A feast can be displayed on that counter but the adults have to find some other place to eat. This year it was a lazy kind of dinner. Sure we had the turkey and trappings but it was so informal because my son-in-law had to work and my grandson spent the holiday with his dad and half brothers. The only people home to share the dinner were my husband, daughter, grand daughter and me. We were not able to have that full family gathering kind of Thanksgiving this year. Our son and his family didn’t even stop by all weekend even though they just live a few blocks away.
Sunday morning was actually the best part of the holiday weekend. Mark and I took our grand daughter out to breakfast while her mom and Cody went on a movie date. Afterward we went shopping and it just happened that Uncle Kevin and Auntie Ria walked into the store just ahead of us. They took her around with them while I purchased a family gift and got it into the truck so she didn’t see it. That was fortuitous.
The only thing I really did over the long holiday weekend was read. I finished two books, one for a review that will be posted on Friday and the other as a beta read getting ready for a release in mid December. The independent publisher asked if I’d read it and sent me the prologue so I could determine if I even wanted to read it. It is a science fiction kind of book and I was hooked at the end of the first paragraph. It was such a page turner for me that I finished it the day after I started it. I can’t say how long it took in real time, but, probably not more that 4-5 hours of reading and I’m not a fast reader like some people I know.
Being between books by Saturday evening I saw in one of my Facebook groups that another author asked for beta readers, so I volunteered. It is a memoir. I do like memoirs; I’ve read at least two others in the past couple years. The reading is going slower than I anticipated, but still, I’m enjoying it. For me, memoirs are like living the author’s life vicariously through their writing. Most memoirs have some tragedy in their lives and my heart breaks for them when tragedy has struck. At the same time when joyous events happen I rejoice with them. I’ve had a few of the ups and downs in my own life and though for many I cannot fully imagine what they went through, it always helps me to understand those who are or have gone through similar things. I learn how to be more empathetic to others.
That was my lazy holiday weekend and now it is back to the weekly routine. Have a blessed week everyone!