Groan. Day after Thanksgiving Day.
Today is Dear Wife's birthday. 29 again, of course. Got one card. from my sister. Got a bunch of greetings on the various social media platforms. Friends and co-workers from the half-dozen states we've lived in or nearby (meaning that several times, including now, we've lived right on a state line, and had friends on both sides of that line), and an assortment of family members. Not all, and neither of our daughters have bothered to contact, or call, or send a card. Been well over a year now of absolute cutoff of contact. She's taking it pretty hard, and so am I, but it's not my birthday.
I was able to buy her some small items. She got nothing else, not so much as a cupcake. Poverty is no fun, and we're there.
Yesterday was The Big Day. Thanksgiving Day. The get-together, the one we were invited to, was held at wife's nephew's place. So he and his wife and two kids, wife's niece and her husband and child, wife's sister and her husband AND her boyfriend (don't ask). And us. A Great Time was had. Everyone brought stuff and we all ate more than we should. Then we all had to leave. Which I didn't mind. Nephew and wife had to go off to HER family's get-together about 25 miles away. And Niece and her husband had to go off to HIS family's get-together. So we came home. Niece lives next door, his parents live just two houses up, so it's not a long-distance trek. We went through the traditional lazies that seem to be part of eating turkey. And then just hung around. We made a dinner by "grazing" through the leftovers from before. Today's lunch was warmed-up leftovers from yesterday, clearing quite a few containers out of the fridge.
Meantime, she had home-made chicken vegetable soup/stew going. Outside cats got the benefit of the chicken bones and trimmed fat and skin and such. She put some pearl couscous in the soup, in lieu of the noodles that I hate. Came out wonderful. Gave the house an great aroma too.
I hadn't thought she'd be able to do it. Yesterday she was on her feet a good bit more than usual. And then, when we got home, she had to take her Humira shot. A wonderful product, truly, but the day after the shot, there is a rough time. Better than the the methotrexate she had been taking previously, which would have her in BAD shape for days and days.
So we spent the day close to the house. None of that crazy "Black Friday" stuff for us. Among other things, we simply don't have the money. At all. We are 3-1/2 weeks away from the next retirement check, and we have very little cash on hand and there are bills to pay before that time. Gonna be a challenge, to say the least.
And tomorrow is another day.
The Old Testament passage: chapters 34 and 35 of Ezekiel.
The New Testament passage for the day, chapter 2 of 1st Peter.
I Peter 2