Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

Plastic wrap flashback


Today I’ve been busy cleaning the house and cooking in preparation for Thanksgiving tomorrow. It’s one of the days I’m glad Katie gets me up early, I have so much to do. Katie, on the other hand, is less than happy, following me around from bedrooms to bathrooms to kitchen and back again as I alternate cleaning with putting something on the stove or in the oven or downstairs in the spare fridge.

Up and down, back and forth. She didn’t even bark at her personal nemesis the vacuum cleaner. By the time I got to that she was all but exhausted. Me too.

But there was one moment this morning when I was suddenly transported back to Thanksgiving 2004, and I had to stop and catch my breath. And then grin sadly.

You see, in the summer of 2004 my mom died suddenly, and by Thanksgiving of that year the entire family recognized that we couldn’t take family for granted. And so both sides of my family, people on my mom’s side, and people on my dad’s, from all over the country, were arriving for Thanksgiving dinner, to be eaten on Friday, at my house.

Dad and my siblings got there a day or so early and were helping me prepare. And wouldn’t you know it, I ran out of plastic wrap. It’s certifiably impossible to cook massive amounts of food without plastic wrap. So even though it was Thanksgiving morning, a time I would generally avoid going to the store, my dad volunteered to run out and pick some up for me. And of course all he and one of my brothers could find was some funky colored sticky plastic wrap which I used that day but never used again. In fact I think I still have that roll at the back of the pantry.

Today I was making vegetable lasagna for dinner tonight and needed to cover the pan with foil before it went into the oven. I had a new roll of it waiting in the drawer. But darn it all, Kroger, do you have to glue the edge down so that I can’t get it started? Does everyone have to yank the foil including the cardboard core out of the box and use scissors in order to get a piece of foil? I should just go buy another brand.

And then I envisioned going to the store the afternoon before Thanksgiving. The chaos that would be there. Just for some tinfoil. Even though I know for a fact that it’s certifiably impossible to cook massive amounts of food without tinfoil, I wasn’t going to head to the store for anything. And then I remembered sending dad out into the craziness for plastic wrap.

And I stopped tugging the tinfoil and I took a deep breath and I smiled.

Memories on this Thanksgiving about Thanksgivings long past. I guess that’s what the holidays are supposed to be about. And I should probably just stop worrying about all that food. It will get done or it won’t, Thanksgiving will be here either way, and I’m grateful to be spending it with some of my family this year.

I hope you are all in a happy place as well. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

At my wedding, 1990.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

13 thoughts on “Plastic wrap flashback

  1. You look just like him. Happy Thanksgiving.


  2. Happy Thanksgiving, Dawn.


  3. Your parents are still making you smile!


  4. that are wonderful memories… a good thanksgiving to you…


  5. Bittersweet to remember past holidays. Both my parents have passed, too. My mother cooked like a crazy person. Holy cats, I can’t hold a candle to her. And boy oh boy, I sure would like to have a piece of her peanut butter fudge right now. Maybe two. 😉


  6. I’m glad that you will have some family with you this year. We are all together too – Geoff flew in last Saturday. Kathryn wiill do the cooking, and unless asked, I will stay out of the way because I tend to hover and give advice, which she really doesn’t like. Happy Thanksgiving!


  7. Bittersweet memories, indeed. By the way–is it a Midwestern thing (especially a downstater thing) to say tin foil? We grew up calling it tin foil, but nobody says that anymore it seems. Except people our age and older who grew up downstate. Any ideas?


  8. Happy Thanksgiving! And see how your parents still enjoy making you treasure those moments … even if it’s for crappy plastic wrap!
    Loved your share today!


  9. Happy Thanksgiving. We are glad your pack is doing okay.

    Dad has been reminiscing about days past too. Bowsers, it isn’t even New Years eve. There was the visit to home in Ohio with Essex & Deacon. Times with family. Dad didn’t visit home for to many holidays, choosing times with less traffic. Looking at pawtographs makes him smile.

    Dog Speed,

    Gemini, Normandy & Dog Dad


  10. Happy Thanksgiving! Nice of you to provide Katie with indoor exercise!


  11. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Dawn. Today would’ve been Dallas’s 15th birthday, so I’m allowing myself a bit of “down time” to mourn. Monkey helps, I guess, but nobody can take the place of anybody else, human or canine.


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