Present and PastPosted: November 27, 2008
Moppy has been shopping!
Thanksgiving Eve, after eating at PFChang’s, we stopped in at Sports Seasons, so Son #2 could look at Colts gear. That’s when I ran across some little orange outfits, baby-sized … on clearance. Jillian Autumn, “Jilly,” will have the white one, complete with puffed sleeves and a puppy Smokey on front. Winston Hardy, “Hardy,” will have the orange one, complete with GO VOLS on his little butt. Moppy couldn’t resist, especially on the day we learned the sexes of the twin babies. Next football season, they will be wearing orange in Ole Miss/ Miss State territory. In honor of Poppy. It’s just right.
Now, it’s Thanksgiving morning at 6:30 and the turkey is in, all swathed in a mixture of orange juice, orange marmalade, Jack Daniels whiskey, and fresh garlic, with lots of rosemary/garlic blend sprinkled on top. And I just thought of something. I have no clue how to carve a turkey! In four hours I will pull that fourteen-pounder out of the oven and stare it down.
In the past when it was time to carve, Charlie, or Winston — I was married to two men at the same time — would pour himself a glass of wine, roll up his sleeves, and tell everybody to get out of his way. He meant it, too. The whole family would disperse to the living room and give him plenty of elbow room. Except the dog, of course. Chaeli sat by his right leg, in hopes of getting a bite. And Son #2, who stood at his right shoulder, crowding him, watching, waiting for some dark meat, giving unsolicited advice.
So now, Son #2, you’ve got to step up to the plate and punt if we’re going to have slices of turkey with our dressing and sweet potatoes!
It is five months today, Thanksgiving Day, that Charlie, or Winston, had his aortic dissection, and five months ago tomorrow, Black Friday, that he died.
The little orange outfits show the cycle of life…life moves forward. Birth, death, it’s all a natural part of life Charlie, or Winston, would say. I’d just as soon have the birth part, by itself.