November's End

Thanksgiving and Leftovers

Dear Readers,

The harvest was spread across our tables, thanks were given for the feasts and leftovers. Overcast, the East Coast’s reluctance to turn cool has finally ceased. Sometimes, it sprinkles, reducing the fire threat, even when breezes blow. Remnant tawny oak leaves persist in the rear wood-line, where yearling deer browse fearlessly under the pines.

My husband and I avoided cooking a large dinner, taking our time to re-settle into our home state of New Jersey amidst reno, unpacking, and organizing. Instead, we joined Phil's nearby cousins at their bountiful table for four, celebrating with home cooking, family memories, and the relaxed warmth of laughter. Our political views diverge, yet we veered away from mentioning what divides us, where none of us had the will to tread. Peace seemed easily kept, even as we lingered over coffee and pumpkin pie.

With no regrets, we returned home, reflecting that our conversation had flowed without gloating. No one had slipped into a slur or an adverse opinion. No worries or warnings were expressed. You might have said we were all on our best behavior. We were our best selves. We talked about community service: B. volunteers on the E.M.T. squad. D. works in the auxiliary, and serves needy seniors through the food pantry, and local nursing home. As newcomers to this fifty-five-plus community, Phil and I are learning how to help. Where to contribute our time and talent.

Our hosts might have sighed with relief as we rolled out of their driveway into the calm, damp evening. But I guess we had shared something that even politics can't put asunder. I hope you were similarly blessed this Thanksgiving.

Love, Mel

a.i. by Mel

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