Thanksgiving is over and I am glad. Not because of being with Cheryl( sister) but the food. We ate the weirdest combos. I ate potato pie....a lot of it. Then we ate humus...a lot of it. We just grazed around and worked our heads off.
We are closing the family home and beginning to get it ready for sale. We didn't do step-ups but we carried a deep freeze out of the house and lifted it on to a truck. Oh my gosh. The hall is about 31 feet long and we walked that a zillion times . We pushed, pulled and lifted boxes. All in all we were exhausted. We just ate in spurts when we could. My choices were some bad and some good. I'm surely not gonna grieve about it, it's a waste of time. We have to be proud of what we accomplished in the house and I guess just move forward.
We ate in the nursing home with Poppa and the food was marginal. He loved us being there and it was a nice afternoon.
So now back to normal for a while and back to the gym.