Thanksgiving and giving thanks.

I loved my new car. Melissa was thrilled. First thing was to get her a new car seat. She loved picking it out herself.  I put her in the back seat with it and her picture book and she was happy as can be.  Anu rode up front with me. Magic rode with Melissa laughing at the pictures of animals in the book. We went down to the Dmv to get plates and stickers and we were ready to ride.  The Born to be free song played in my head.

It was great to have a car again and not have to ask for rides or call a cab. I was stopped at a traffic light when Tip appeared in the front seat next to me. I almost jumped out of my skin!  “Oh my God Tip! You scared me half to death!  Good thing I’m stopped at a red light!”

Tip said, ” Aye lassie, sorry! I’m just wondering how you like your new car?”   “I love it Tip! Thank you for steering us to the car lot.”  “Now why do you think I had anything to do with it.”  This was said with a smile and pop he was gone. I sighed, never a dull moment.

We were on our way to the grocery store to shop for Thanksgiving.  I parked and got Melissa out, being very careful to lock my doors. We were meandering through the store. Picking up this and that. I decided on a 20 lb. Turkey. Seems big enough for 5 people and a kitty or two.

“Well, Hello there sweetie.”  I looked around at the sound of the sweet southern accent. ” Mrs. Baker!  It’s so good to see you!”.  How have you been?  How is the family?”  “Oh honey, everyone is just fine.  Me and Sherry was just wondering how you are just the other day!  You’re going to have another little one before long! I’m so happy for you!   Is this big girl here, Melissa?”

Melissa giggled and hid behind me shyly, unsure of who this strange woman was.  Mrs. Baker said, ” well, I’d better hurry up, Bill is picking me up in just about 5 minutes, and he don’t hold with dawdling. I’ll call you and we’ll get together again soon. ”  I wasn’t happy about this, but I always liked Mrs. Baker.

I made sure Bill and his mom were gone before I left the store. I watched out the big window of the store as Bill put his mother’s groceries in the car. He looked the same. A little older. Still serious and good looking.  I sighed and buckled Melissa into her car seat and gave her book to her. She was asleep before we got home.

After carrying Melissa in to bed and putting away the groceries, I was exhausted and lay down for a nap.   I was dreaming! I stepped into my dream where I was sitting in a swing in a field with lovely flowers and tall trees. Lots of green grass. I was humming to myself and relaxing.

The air simmered and Ariel was standing in front of me. “Hello love, may I sit and swing with you?”.  ” Of course Ariel! I’m always happy to see you!”  We sat in silence for awhile before she spoke again, “I just wanted to see how you are.” “That’s very sweet of you, but I am fine. Going to give birth to my son. I have a car that I really like. Melissa is healthy and beautiful. What more could I ask for?” With those words I began to cry.

“I’m sorry, it’s these danged hormones. Crying all the time.” Ariel put her arms around me and the tears stopped. This brought a feeling of love and peace, like her arms were my mother’s arms. “That’s ok honey, it’s natural to feel this way with approaching motherhood. However I was speaking about Frank saying he didn’t believe you could do what you do. Tip tells me you were very upset about this.

“Yes, I was because I felt like he told me he believed me and then he stopped believing in me. Doesn’t love mean you believe what your loved one tells you, when it means so much to them?” ” Ideally yes, however your young man is human as you are. He doesn’t understand what its like to be you, and to have these “gifts”. Which at times are more like a curse.”

“He’s envious, and he dislikes himself for feeling as he does, so the easiest approach is not to believe you. Deep down inside he does, so if you want my advice, I would just continue on as always. No emphasis on your gifts, and also no sharing. You have lovely friends to share with.”

I woke up to Melissa patting me on the face. I got up and after dinner I started preparations for Thanksgiving dinner. I put the turkey in the fridge to begin thawing and made sure I had everything on hand. The big day was tomorrow, so I had to be prepared. I was sitting on the couch with a half glass of wine, when the phone rang. It was my sister begging off for the next day. She was asked to work and with double time she agreed.

I said it was fine, but we would miss her. She said she made green bean casserole and potato salad and would drop them off on her way out. I got up early on Thanksgiving. The turkey was ready, so I put it in the oven. I never put stuffing inside the turkey. It came out too soggy. Ugh! I fed Melissa and the kitties. Made breakfast for us. Melissa was excited, and talking a blue streak.

Breakfast over with, Frank helped me clean the kitchen. He watched a movie with Melissa. Bless his heart. I went out to the laundry room. The woman who moved into the 3rd floor apartment about a month ago was just taking her clothes out of the dryer. We exchanged pleasantries while she folded her clothes and I started mine to washing. Her name was Margie and she was from Texas.

She said she was going to have dinner at home. I asked her to have dinner with us. My sister wouldn’t be there and we had plenty. She smiled at me  and said she could see that I was one with the angels. What a nice thing to say. She asked if she could bring some wine. Oh yeah!   I was looking forward to learning all about this new person. She was an older woman. Frank Sr. said he didn’t know anything about her. She paid him a deposit and his rent, didn’t have wild drunken parties, so he was ok with her. She told him she worked at home.

Frank actually helped me while his dad entertained Melissa. My sister dropped off the food she prepared. I promised to save her a plate.  There was enough food for an army. Turkey, dressing, green bean casserole, potato salad, mashed potatoes, gravy, rolls and cherry and apple pies for dessert. The wine Margie brought was a lovely red wine and very expensive. She brought 3 bottles. I told her she didn’t have to do that. She smiled and said she was very happy to be spending Thanksgiving with such a nice family.

We all went around the table saying what we were thankful for. I was thankful for my family, for all this food and that we never went hungry. I was thankful for my beautiful daughter and for the coming birth of my son. When it was Melissa’s  turn and she was asked what she was thankful for, she yelled out “Turkey!” then she stuck her fork in the turkey. We all laughed and Frank began to carve,  Margie was seated next to me and she turned to me and said, “Thank you so much for inviting me, and Tip says Happy Thanksgiving Lassie.”  I looked at her in surprise.

 

Who are you?

 

The Kitties Korner.

This is Patt. I have asked Anu to say a few words.  Anu is my dearest companion and guide. We have been together most of my life.

I am Anu. Anu talks little. Anu is a spirit guide. Old as the sun.  This one was chosen for Anu to guide and protect. Anu has stayed  by choice. This one is worthy of Anu.

Part of why I love her. Anu is a panther of a few words who has saved me more times than I can count.  I love her and I know she loves me too.

 

 

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About cattmysticwomon

I am an animal communicator. I talk to animals here and in spirit. I am a spiritualist minister and I am psychic and very intuitive. Animals are very much part of my spirit soul as well as my everyday life. I believe animals are Gods angels sent here to be our guides and helpers through out our lives.
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