Did I tell you I found another electrical cord that fits the monster waffle iron? Those of you of a certain age will understand; there was a plug with a certain configuration which fit many of the kitchen appliances back in the day. I remember them best plugged into a cord hanging from the ceiling.
Anyway, this cord actually looked newer than the ones Iíve burned up recently, so I decided to try it. I am getting smarter however, (I know itís about time!) so I plugged the waffle iron in to see if there would be smoke and flames before I made the batter. I let it simmer, so to speak, while I looked at the Sunday comics, which I read first. Then, when I didnít see any dangerous activity, I unplugged it ó there is no switch ó and started preparing the batter. I can honestly say that Aunt Jemima was smiling as I made four pretty doggone good waffles. Just to be on the safe side, however, Iím going to check out a new waffle iron on sale on one of the colored days; I think it was ďgrey Saturday,Ē at a local store.
I made it past Thanksgiving without any visible problems. Iím not kidding myself, my late wife, Ada, was on my mind a number of times. We usually had some family to help observe the day with us. It was usually a good day and nice to be with family. This year was different. I went to a restaurant for the traditional dinner. More different yet, because I was served by one of my granddaughters, who has followed women in our family in the food service industry. She did a great job and I enjoyed a sumptuous meal without having to clean the house or wash the dishes afterward. That was one of the times I wish my late wife was present. She was always so proud and pleased to see the grandchildren perform well, no matter what they were doing; she would have been pleased. Only one of my children and his family was present this year, so it was a pretty calm affair. The closest of the others is about 1,500 miles away, so I didnít expect any more family. Iím hoping Christmas will be more family oriented.
I was pleased that this yearís holiday calendar provided us with a Thanksgiving and Hanukkah twofer, something that wonít happen again for 800 years or so, I understand. I have some Jewish relatives and friends whom I care for deeply and Iím glad we can celebrate together a little less formally than when the two come at Christmas time. (Where did I put those Hanukkah cards I bought last year?)
As I continue to say, we all have to deal with our widowness the best we can in our own way. During the holidays, I try to remember some of the good times and difficult times that we had during our 52 years. I also try to imagine that she is with me sometimes to see how our children and theirs are doing. She would have been pleased today; and thatís good!
Veteransí Day and Thanksgiving down and the big one to go. Thank you for the nice e-mails Iíve received at firstname.lastname@example.org. We are due for a little snow coming up; be careful out there.