Thankfulness and Going Nuts

This post appears on the day before the U.S. Thanksgiving holiday. Unlike others, my fiance and I are not traveling over the river and through the woods to grandma’s, or his mother’s, or anywhere else. But we are preparing, once again, to host a huge pot-luck Thanksgiving feast for about 100 of my closest friends. I explain our preparations here, and the actual day here. This year, however, will be a little different.

My fiance’s health remains tenuous. He has been okay, not nearly as sick as he was for so many months earlier in the year, but he still fatigues quickly and when he gets so tired, the worst of the illness’ symptoms reappear — severe pain, nausea, brain fog, confusion, anger, and dizziness.

I was seriously thinking about cancelling the pot-luck for my senior pals this year, but by the look on some of their faces when I have seen them during the past few months, there was no way I could do that. I am sure they would understand, but I also know that they would be very disappointed.

Plus, I wanted to thank them for all of their support this year. I couldn’t have cared for my fiance during the worst of his illness without their help. Additionally, some of them stayed with my fiance while I took a break, went riding my Harley, visited my family, or ran errands. They helped me in so many ways, the least I could do was host our annual Thanksgiving feast.

This year, my partner and I began our pre-event, serious housecleaning in early October. Instead of doing a mad-dash in cleaning the entire house before we host a large number of guests, we broke down the cleaning into small chunks and did that over time. Front windows one day, rear windows another, baseboards another, carpet cleaning first floor another, and so forth. We do regular housecleaning all the time, but this is a serious, top-to-bottom annual “scrubbing” that was much better done in small chunks rather than the exhausting 10-hour/day x 3 day effort as it was in previous years. (And don’t get any wise ideas–we’re too cheap to hire a cleaning service.)

Today, my partner is at work at his office in the city while I am at home cooking the first two of four turkeys, and going to neighbors’ homes to borrow folding chairs and tables. I will spend the day setting up and decorating, so by the time my partner gets home (early, thankful to an early release), there should not be a thing he will need to do. He will be exhausted from the commute and working, and will not have any more energy to do one more thing.

Tomorrow, “turkey day,” I will have 15 family members arrive by 10:00am, and we will review what each person will do, then get the party started. We anticipate our first guests will arrive at 11am. We also expect some elected officials to arrive then, too. They say they want to help, so I will ask them to carve Thanksgiving’s two additional turkeys when they are ready. (Wednesday’s turkeys will have already been carved and the meat will be placed in warming trays on the buffet.)

My fiance will stay as long as he can, but we talked about it, so if he is still around by about 1:00pm, I will remind him of our agreement. He will go to a neighbor’s house for the remainder of the day. These neighbors are out of town for the holiday, so my fiance will have complete peace and quiet, so he can rest, watch TV, or read a book. We will miss him, but understand his need for rest. He will return later in the day before the festivities end.

Why am I going nuts? While I did not ask for gifts, one of our senior pals had 50 pounds (22.7kg) of mixed nuts delivered last week. What in the heck am I going to do with all these nuts? Old people generally can’t eat nuts, or more than a handful if they can. I have enough nuts to feed an army. Oh well, my fiance will find a way to make his squirrels happy, that’s for sure! LOL!

Wish us a smooth and uneventful, fun-filled senior pot-luck party!

Life is short: show those you love how you love them.

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I am an average middle-aged biker who lives in the greater suburban sprawl of the Maryland suburbs north and west of Washington, DC, USA.