I didn’t want Robert to go without turkey leftovers, so I roasted one for him today while he’s out working Black Friday. It’s a strange feeling to roast a turkey the day after Thanksgiving. It’s like eating pumpkin pie the day before.
There are four children in the house today. There are four children, two dogs and a cat. You could hardly consider that I’m here alone. Elkin is busy playing with the pink play dough I made for her earlier. She doesn’t want any help. The other three are riding bikes and busy on the computer and with their games. The dogs are asleep. So is the cat. The turkey crackles at me once in awhile but it’s not really conversating. I’m sure it sounds strange to say that it’s a bit lonely here the day after Thanksgiving, but it is.
So I’ve been sharing music with a friend of mine half a world away, thanks to the internet. I wonder about a world we live in where we can roast turkeys the day after Thanksgiving and be estranged from the people in the room but share music with others miles away.