We are in the home stretch my dears… fixins, family and fat bellies are right around the bend! We celebrated Thanksgiving early this last weekend at Witzend… no turkey was harmed, no leftovers for sandwiches, no stuffing our grocery holes full of sides, just family gathered around a celebratory table with an arctic blast blustering on the outside of the windows, and a fire glowing on the inside in the hearth and our hearts. The perfect setting but … why so much fuss so early?
On Friday afternoon my father rang “the bell”. We have a little bell we ring every night… it signals the end of our “work day” (and yes, the start of wine o’clock). Sometimes we ring an actual bell, sometimes we just say the word “Ding” and sometimes I lazily text my husband (who works from home) so he knows that that’s IT… the day is DONE.
The bell that my Dad rang on Friday was not that bell. The bell he rang was in the doctors office, surrounded by a line up of nurses and staff… it was the tell-tale bell that said “you have finished your chemo treatments”. What a day and, of course, a good cause for a celebration!
