I usually send this newsletter once per week, on Sundays, but I think I’m probably a welcome distraction right now, huh? Family, alcohol, everyone is there, so it’s a perfect time to drop a juicy announcement everyone won’t be happy about, and gas prices are astronomical.
Hopefully, by now, though, another Thanksgiving is in the books for you as it is for me. This one was pretty different from last year’s. I live in a new town, closer to my daughter and away from the familiarity of past Thanksgivings.
In fact, my daughter called me a little while ago, upset because life has changed in more ways than she anticipated. She’s not coming home from college for the holiday, home is already here. It’s our first holiday with the baby and a whole new normal for all of us.
Not that the old normal was working out so well but at least we were used to it.
It’s been a rough several months, and we both just wanted something familiar, something we’re used to.
Like canned, jellied cranberry sauce. I didn’t think this was an impossible task. There are millions of cans of it on store shelves all year long.
I love that shit as well as appreciate its versatility as a palate cleanser.
Yeah, well, it was a fucking impossible task.
Not a can to be found - no store brand, no Ocean Spray, nothing.
I’m entirely over Covid and supply chain issues.
So we had to go with whole berry. It still feels like someone flipped a switch and the Earth swiveled super fast on its axis, dropping us into a parallel universe where people have been known to make their cranberry sauce.
How do people eat that shit? Seriously, doesn’t it look like an internal organ? TF…
But as I consoled my daughter and tried to calm her anxieties by reminding her that the only constant is change (and pumpkin spice coffee), I wondered why it was so hard to live that narrative.
At my age, of-a-certain-age years old, change is not something I want to deal with. I feel like I’ve earned the right to just not want to deal with something outside my comfort level.
Buck up cupcake, as my uncle would say.
So I told my daughter we’d begin new traditions while holding onto what it made sense to hold onto.
Like canned, jellied cranberry sauce.
But lowkey, let’s start stocking up on that shit in like June.
I hope your Thanksgiving didn’t suck.
Zoey