It's possible you've already read this if you're the type of person who has a site called Awkward Family Photos bookmarked for daily perusal. Roz. Oh, sorry, did I just rat out my sister? She can yell at me tomorrow in person, as we stuff fresh herbs from her garden up the wazoo of a turkey I just picked up. I also picked up 8 bottles of wine, but of course it's all about the turkey. Urp.
The link is to a list of demands from an anal retentive, uhm, person, regarding her family's Thanksgiving dinner. I love this stuff. I totally do. I'm so laid back about things like this, Roz and Gilly are always just a leetle bit terrified whenever I host a holiday. As they should be. The best dinners are the crazy ones, but Marney, in the link, is leaving nothing to chance. She's also the sister you'd like to drive a spike through (go on; you all have one) and this letter is fabulous. Fabulous.
What am I thankful for, you might be asking yourself? Or maybe not. Anyway. It's warm out, which is lovely. I have a Porsche Panamera Turbo S in the driveway, which also chases away the blues. The fridge is full, the boys are here, Maggie is on my lap and I changed all the beds today. Things could be worse. The fallout from my Crazy Column (I might trademark that) has been effusively positive and kind; I've been thankful for that. The next few months are busy, alternating between things like co-hosting the Motorcycle Hall of Fame Awards and speaking at mental health groups. And speaking at a Porsche event and grabbing a mic for fund raisers for mental health associations. If I wasn't nuts before, I would be now.
It's been a year of change. It's been wonderful and tough and I'm grateful for the same old things: wonderful kids, terrific sisters and a wall of friends who keep me anchored. I would never choose predictable, and it's a good thing: I've never had it yet. Many of you ask after the Poor Sod - he's well and we're friends and he's terrific with my sons. His own family has had a crisis this week, and I'm grateful they're getting through it. Good people. I wish them only the best.
I'm pushing ahead in new directions, working on a TV show that may or may not see the light of day. But don't bet against me;)
I took a friend of mine, Arlene, out last night. She was my high school English teacher and I adore her. It was a house party and we danced like fools, and I watched this wonderful woman flirt madly and shine after what has been a most challenging year. When I pulled up in the Panamera, she immediately let me know that "if the party was too quiet, we were blowing out of there to go pick up men". Little did she know that she is the party, and she doesn't need a car to prove it. There are people who are meant to have many incarnations, and she is most certainly one of them.
And so am I. The reinvention will continue, as always. To paraphrase something I heard somewhere, I bloom where I'm planted in my leather boots du jour.
Oh, and if you ever haul yourself to my table, you may bring anything you like, in any dish, with any spoon. Or nothing at all. I only want your humour and your humanity. And maybe a decent bottle of wine.