It is the Saturday before Thanksgiving. I am sick, in bed. It is a vile respiratory thing that gets me every year. I had pneumonia twice and now every year I get something like it again. My chest hurts. I am dozing and reading about communism and after communism. Some people in Eastern Europe werent sure it was a great change . From security and simplicity to wild inflation and instability. Who could imagine. My husband is out shopping. He bought a turkey dinner with all the trimmings that he is delivering to Issa and Issac, two grade school students at a poor school, and their family, in a very poor part of Denver. Our small church is taking 131 thanksgiving baskets to the families of Paris Elementary. He also stopped at Tonys, the upscale deli, to buy a luscious white chocolate cake with raspberry filling that we are taking to a small dinner party tonight (I will be well!, its been planned for months ) hosted by members of my big Lutheran church in their seven bedroom and six bath mini-mansion in an exclusive suburb. I have a bad feeling that the cake cost almost as much as the Thanksgiving basket. I am having a hard time holding these two things together in my mind. No judgment intended. But its just weird. And, very American, in a way. Ill go back to reading about communism and post-communism now.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 18:27:52 +0000