I knew the peaceful Thanksgiving holiday was over when we pulled up to leaves that an hour and a half later would be raked into a 3ft deep 3ft wide and 20 ft long pile, and Morgan was running naked through the house after having removed a diaper full of poo in the bathroom screaming, "POO POO, POO POO!"  To which mommy and daddy replied with thesauratical accuracy. 

The last few days were a time for Sarah and I to catch our breath a little.  She was able to go about 3 days without puking (in part due to the generous donation of 12 Zofran pills from a gracious friend).  And I was able to get started on Umberto Eco's Foucault's Pendulum.  I have been wanting to read this book for a while now.  So far it has proven fairly cumbersome vis-a-vis vocabulary.  There are often large words that have Russian origins or common words that are capitalized leaving me wandering whether or not I am missing something already.  I am only about a sixth of the way through it, so the mystery is still unraveling a bit.  However, I have heard that it supposed to make The Da'Vinci Code look like a child's book. 

Now that we are back in Maryville I have a feeling that the book will remain face down on page 101 for a while.  But with life getting back to the usual pace it was nice to have a few days to just do nothing.  Including shop.  I have always wanted to observe 'Buy Nothing Day', but we have always wound up buying something in years past.  However this year we successfully denied Madison Ave of its hold on our wallets and lives.  Looking back on it, it would have been fun to participate in a protest such as 'whirl-mart' or 'zombie-walking', but right now I am content to protest merely with my absence from the frenzied aisles of Target and Toys-R-Us.

At this time of the year in the past I begin to feel the pressure to try to divvy up the budget for parents and nieces and nephews and brothers and sisters and friends.  However this year we are making a major cut in our Christmas spending for two reasons:  #1 (the more noble of the two) - I believe Christmas has become something nauseating to God; rather than save a starving child we buy an inflatable Santa or a singing rabbit.  And #2 - Sarah and I have already fallen for the lure of the 'Buy Now - Pay Later' hype and we are trying to pay now for what we bought back then.  

In conclusion, I couldn't rightly call this a Thanksgiving blog with out giving two big thumbs up to everyone that did the cooking at the LaDuke's and the Morgan's.  My doctor thanks you.   

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