I also passed by the old St. Patrick’s church on my way home last night and took pictures of the graves of people who will never enjoy another Thanksgiving again.
So, I have to head out there to buy a coffee maker. I am positively dreading what it’s going to be like at Bed Bath and Beyond, God help me, saints preserve us, etc.
But I am happy happy happy because I sent in a revised book proposal to my agent, and until she gets back to me everything is all hope and possibility. I don’t have to think about the possibility that she might think it’s not sellable.
After the horror of Bed Bath and Beyond I am going to curl up with Willa Cather’s O Pioneers! And eat pumpkin pie. While snuggling with cats. Who will try to get some pie. And bite me, probably.
But maybe I will work on another big project I’m working on but can’t talk about yet.
2 thoughts on “Graves on Thanksgiving”
Hope the cats are enjoying the holiday! We’re torturing Java with the smell of cooking turkey as we do our annual day-after-Txgiving feast. [You’re very brave. We need catfood; that’ll have to wait ’til tomorrow, as I’m definitely NOT leaving the house today!]
Give him some turkey!!