Post-Thanksgiving Report
Well, Thanksgiving is over. What a far cry it was from last year, when I got horribly ill and could not eat a thing! The turkey has been cooked and eaten, the gingerbread houses constructed and decorated, the tree brought up from the basement, and Miracle on 34th Street duly watched. We went to my mother’s family. I’ve always loved them, but I’ve had my days when I wondered if we were all born on separate planets. It gets better as time goes on though. I’m going to write a book called “Confessions of a Recovering Classist.”
One of my sisters needs to get a serious boyfriend, and fast. If I have to do one more holiday season of multiple, three-hour-plus road trips with five grown adults and their luggage crammed in one sedan, I think I’m going to scream. I love them, but I’m beginning to believe that there is such a thing as too much togetherness. I feel like the child in Shel Silverstein’s poem, “There Are Too Many Kids In This Tub.”
Dave Workman started a series today about the Chronicles of Narnia (at the Vineyard Community Church…it’s where I grew up going. I try to go occassionally on Saturday nights although my church home, for the nonct, seems to be University Christian Church). Fabulous series, so far. Kudos to Anita and her Bible study for the stage decorations, a huge and beautiful undertaking. The message really got me thinking…but it’s a subject that always seems to really get me thinking. More musings on that in the future I’m sure. Does anyone want to start a Narnia book club/Bible study in the Clifton area? Because they are asking people to do that at Vineyard, in different neighborhoods…and I’m thinking of leading one.
And speaking of the new film…my little sister Jackie and I spent the afternoon re-watching the original film made by BBC/Wonder Works in 1988. The old-fashioned animatronics and costuming have a charm of their own that will never be re-created by computer animation, as does their casting of actors who were not model-perfect…except for Richard Dempsey (second from the right). He was my first crush. 
