Thursday, November 26, 2020, Thanksgiving Day
Happy Thanksgiving, all! May this holiday celebrate our renewed national optimism, mark the onset of an enlightened national path forward, cope intelligently with feared potential illnesses and an uncertain economy, and conclude our worrisome years of national politics that suppress the middle class.
Thanks to America’s transition toward more normality in leadership, I’m sleeping better. I’m a single person who works in a shopper-congested big box store. Today, it makes sense to follow national guidelines by self-isolating. I’ve prepared for and am comfortable with this decision.
Happily this afternoon, I can look forward to “A Thanksgiving Grand Teaming”. My neighbor, Susie, and I are planning to link up wearing masks. On horseback, we will mosey through neighborhood streets.
Folks are asking about Pimmy’s return home following her overnight in a distant stall to recover from a dental procedure. The next morning she was awake, recognized me, followed willingly to the horse trailer. But contrary to my expectation that she’d gladly jump inside, she balked, absolutely refused to load. I tried hard to load her while pushing aside my gnawing anxiety of being late to my workplace. Finally, I called a friend, asked her to bring a carrot, and stood waiting for a treat that might tempt Pimmy. Knowing help was en route probably relaxed me some. For suddenly, that donkey leaped into the trailer! Yes, she’s home.
Dear Friends: They instantly sense a handler’s tension and react opposite to what’s asked. Diana