Fumes...

It’s the evening after an eventful day on this day of Thanksgiving. I have indigestion and writer’s block but can’t let the day go by without at least posting something. In entries past I have not focused so much on the day to day activities that I was involved in but more on the emotions and feelings surrounding what I do; I haven’t been in a great place for writing so I have decided to record what I have been doing to spark those feelings so that I can then record them. Here goes…

Today was a busy day. We decided to have Thanksgiving dinner here at my home with Amie’s family. We didn’t eat until late so the day was spent in preparation of the meal and also of watching football (Cowboys beat the Bucs 38-10). As a side note the Cowboy’s have been coming on strong in the past weeks, their replacement QB has put up number’s equivalent to the league’s elite and it makes for a great time for the team to become hot as the end of the season draws near and the playoffs are close. Amie’s dad came over at about 3ish to watch the game. We started eating around six and that was when the house was filled with people; close to 25. Food was eaten, we cleaned up, people left and here I am, like I said, with indigestion. Why can’t I ever remember that overeating is LAME and not to be glorified!

I called the girls this morning to talk to them. It’s funny to me how Catherine will talk to me with greater ease than will Jane. I can hear in the background every time I call to talk to Jane that she is resistant to talk and throws a fit. I don’t ever really get to communicate with them and wonder if I am just calling to talk to them for me and not for them; that they could really care less. I had them over this past weekend and for the most part it was a great visit; everyone getting along and having a good family vibe. Having the girls around helps in my relationship with Dorian, I appreciate him more as I see the three of them together and how he genuinely cares about them. I remember not too many weeks ago taking him to get his hair cut and the barber asking if he had any brothers or sisters to which he replied that he had two younger sisters and he liked them a lot. There was no asterick, if you will that said they were step sisters or that they didn’t leave here all the time. He just said he did and he liked them. He also prays for them when we pray as a family. It seems that my concerns and love for them has been matched with the love and concern that Amie and Dorian have as well. I wish that I felt that the same regard was patterned in their home in Idaho; I am doubtful that it is.

Anyway, tomorrow Amie is dragging me out of bed early to go to the big “day after Thanksgiving” sales. It will be my first time being out and about before 7 a.m. for any sort of thing like that. (and to note, she was stunning today… such style and grace as a host…)

Very scattered entry… Tank is empty… in every way.