Who's it for, anyway?

Last weekend was Thanksgiving here in Canada and I did the whole turkey dinner with all the fixin's. So here I was Saturday evening standing in the grocery store check out with a cart full of the last frozen turkey and everything else I needed to turn out a Martha moment. The guy behind me had a store-roasted chicken and a can of gravy.

Well, I don't feel envy all that often, but I looked at that and a picture of how I would spend the day with my cart load flashed through my mind followed by a slower, calmer picture of how my day would unfold with his purchases.

Let me just say, I did make a turkey dinner that would make Martha proud and we all enjoyed it ( my 4 year old's coment was ' I liked the berry jam best'). When all was done, my husband thanked me for all the effort and told me how wonderful it was, but, he said,"I'm not sure everyone really appreciates all the effort you put into it."

If it's the thought that counts, I think next year I'll think about a big turkey dinner and buy something simpler.

What does it mean?

My son asked me about the reason we're here. I guess that makes him the existential one.

I told him it was to live the good life. That seemed to satisfy him. He must have a clear idea of what that means. I wish I did. I certainly know the elements of it and I've tried out many of them.

The one I haven't tried out, yet, is traveling. I want to travel. Did I mention the 4 kids?

For a while, I figured that meant no travel for me for the time being. But, I want to. So I changed it to 'How do I travel with 4 kids?'

That's the quest I'm on now.