It's a weekend before Thanksgiving. Tomorrow brings the annual holiday separation, as my husband and I go our own ways for the next week. We might catch each other somewhere around "hump day" or so, but largely we're solo for the next seven days.
It's okay, if only a bit unconventional. This works for us and we have grown into this little tradition. There are deer to hunt, you know, and only one of us can do that - or wants to do that. (Hint: I root for the deers.) So, we go on our private treks for this holiday season.
But not yet. For today, as always, Saturday mornings are meant for coffee and something warm on the television. (I choose "The Daily Show.") The pups are in their usual routine - Gracie fans out on her dog bed just inches from the roaring fire and Emma paces the perimeter watching the snowy yard from the window. My husband is at the gym for his weekly racketball game and we're geared up for the Mountaineers' afternoon contest. (W! V! U! WVU!)
We will relish this normalcy for one last day. Then, after a week of travel and over-eating and family fun, we'll reconverge in our little abode here and take back our little family traditions.
All is right with our world.
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- Stephanie Stark Poling
- Steph's days are complete with little Franco/Mr. Buddy Pants, Pittsburgh Steelers football, Penguins hockey, all things WVU, cold beverages, new handbags, shoe-shopping, pups, and lots and lots of movies. And, of course, her glorious, nutty family.
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