I quickly set up the arrangement above and shot it this morning after I written for today’s post. I had to have the whiteboard in the background (Dan held it up for me) since the original kitchen background was too busy. I then discovered the cutting board was cut off and distracting. So, I cloned parts of the cutting board. It’s not perfect; but, I liked it better than the original. There are flaws; but, I’m not doing anything more to the picture. And besides, it’s good enough for this post.
I am lacking inspiration this morning. It’s Thanksgiving week and for the first time in my life and in our married life, we are not going to be with family or friends. We will be together and alone.
Dan is looking forward to just us cooking and being together. I’m on the fence. I am not sure how I feel about not being with family over a major holiday such as Thanksgiving. On the flip side, there is no stress or worry about what others think of me along with conversations flowing around me. I won’t feel so helpless in a crowded kitchen. I will actually be of help and a participant in the making of this year’s feast.
When I am with family, all I can do to help make the gravy. This changed last year. It used to be my Mother’s gravy which was also miraculously gluten free. The gravy was the one thing I could help with and now I had nothing. I felt useless. I observed so much last year that made me feel isolated, helpless, and alone.
The gravy was also one thing that tied everything together. Most of us within the family would pour it over mash potatoes, turkey and even the stuffing. Since I could no longer have stuffing1, I would look forward to having gravy. But, that too was taken away from me. Can you imagine the pain and sorrow of no longer being able to have gravy?
I know, it’s silly. But, that is how I felt.
Interesting. My writing flowed into the one-word prompt nicely.
By the way, I adjusted rather nicely after I had to go outside and have a melt-down. Dan managed to tear himself away and found me. Even though I was deeply embarrassed to be found crying, He helped me recover. And, it was still a delicious dinner in spite of the lack of gravy.