Thanksgiving Weekend is upon us. This will be the first Thanksgiving in years and years and years that there won't be a big noisy family dinner.
Instead I have bought all the ingredients to make my Auntie Georgie's mustard pickles on either the Friday or the Monday, and my husband and I have booked a waterfront campsite for saturday and sunday night.
We might bake a salmon for our Thanksgiving dinner, or we might just roast chorizo over the fire.
I am looking forward to the simplicity of it. I am taking my knitting and a couple of good books. I just checked the weather report and it calls for rain, but I like camping in the rain.
As I have said before in this blog, when I was diagnosed with chronic leukemia my husband asked me what I wanted to do.
"I want to camp in our camper, hearing the rain on the roof."
That was 11 years ago. There have been lots of camping trips, and many with rain on the roof.
It never gets old.
There have been many changes in the last few years. My nest is truly empty, and for the first time in a long time I feel like it is going to be ok.
I can learn things still, and enjoy the company of new and old friends. I can take the time to take care of myself, and I am beginning to say what I want, and not feel I have to do things because others want me to.
My 59th birthday is fast approaching. I will be in my 60th year.
I think it is going to be just fine.
This is what 59 looks like. New traditions and all.