Ah. The night before Thanksgiving. If I were hosting, I’d be mixing my dressing, boiling eggs, and maybe grating cabbage. I MIGHT be making a chocolate crème pie. I’d be worried my house isn’t clean enough.

If I hadn’t got my belly full of being used as a one way helpline, I would have been sitting in an Atlanta mansion in front of a fire drinking Meiomi.

But I’m curled on the couch, Chester beside me, drinking apple cider. I’ve been chatting with Kay as she preps at her house, fortified with Prosecco. It’s not a bad night. I’m fairly content, as far as that goes. I have plans to go eat at my cousin’s tomorrow. Her husband is a chef. I have zero problem with that 🤣

Just caught this on Facebook and it couldn’t be more true:

There are days when all you want is to disappear, when the weight of everything feels too heavy to carry.

But then, out of nowhere, you catch yourself laughing at a friend’s story, savoring the comfort of your favorite meal, or simply breathing in the calm of the evening air as you walk home. It’s in these fleeting, almost unnoticed moments that life gently nudges you, reminding you that even in the darkest times, there are still tiny glimmers of light that make holding on worth it.

Life may never be as easy as we hope, and its challenges can feel relentless, but sometimes, it’s the smallest joys that breathe life back into you. A kind word, a shared laugh, or the quiet peace of a sunset—they have a way of reminding you just how good life can still be, even when everything feels like it’s falling apart.

And maybe, that’s the beauty of it: knowing that no matter how lost you feel, these moments will always be there to pull you back.

~ MJ Blossoms ~ Writer’s Blossoms

I wrote about glimmers the other day. They happen. They’ll perk you right up if you’re open to it. They’re everywhere. Sometimes they Don happen to you, but you’re put here to enjoy and celebrate with others. Something as simple as the person in front of you letting someone else out in traffic. I’ve about stopped that nicety myself, as people are too preoccupied to wave, and it makes me doubly mad. So it’s nice when I don’t have to have anxiety about it.

Oh! Edited to add this glimmer, speaking of people in traffic. So I went to Chickalay this morning to redeem my free biscuit, and this woman comes whipping in and about takes out three different vehicles breaking her neck to get to the drive thru. Her biscuit was clearly more important than any of ours. I’d done my ordering on the app, so my transaction was painless. The lady in front of me, not so much. So, wouldn’t you know, her lane moves quicker and she’s at the finish line in front of us three on the left.

But. Fortune smiled. The carhop came out to the car behind me with their food (how’s that possible?) Then here came mine. The lady in front of me evidently had a complicated order, as she was having conversations with every team member she encountered. She got two bags of food. She. Pulled. Away. Followed closely by me and the car behind me, while Miss Mario Andretti was still sitting there waiting 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

The busy season is firmly upon us now. Go forth, be kind, extend grace. I truly feel for grocery store employees, everybody in retail, and emergency services. Overindulgence and overstimulation is a recipe for disaster. Y’all tread lightly. It ain’t worth the court fee or ER visit.

Happy Thanksgiving! (Of course I’m getting this out a day late, but maybe it still counts)

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy