|Bodies of water nearly merged where once they were separate|
West Neck Beach, Long Island
Photo: The Water-blog, Carol Moore
Our power was out for 11 cold days (house down to 46 degrees by the end of the second dark week), and, yet, we were so very lucky compared to so many others.
Despite the downed trees lying across roads like so many dead bodies left to decay, lost of any of their once-magestic magnificence, and one hatcheted school vacation, there is little evidence of the utter destruction it left in its wake.
Go a few towns over, and that is not the case.
We haven't spoken in over twenty years, but I keep wondering after my high school boyfriend who I know has a family in Lindenhurst.
Here, things have gone pretty much back to normal.
|Me, out front, getting an endorphin rush the other day, |
with a few friends from the West Neck Pod. Photo, Carol Moore.
Of fretting over how gray my hair has gotten (very), or how much more my knees can possibly continue to sag (hopefully, not much more).
And, over larger things, too, like the departure of my first child, in less than a year, to the cruel hard world of college.
How will he fare?
How will I fare without him?
Over my younger son's self esteem, having gotten cut from the high school basketball team. And, no, that Michael Jordan story holds no magic for anyone anymore.
And, yes, over which quinoa recipe I should make for this year's Thanksgiving Table.
|My three boys at last year's Thanksgiving table.|
I'm going with a fig, arugula, orange and goat cheese quinoa, drizzled balsamic reduction. I may toss in some pomegranate seeds -- a symbol of renewal -- for good measure.
I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving this year. Especially this year, though it's always been my favorite holiday.
I have a good, easy life of which I am endlessly cognizant, grateful.
For which I am eternally thankful.
Well, except for the sagging knees.
p.s. A very happy Thanksgiving to all my readers. I am so appreciative that you stop by here.