Getting Undressed and Working on the Thanksgiving

Here's a little fashion for you.

This is why you want to become a royal.  So you can be a paper doll in your skivvies. ;)

So it's the day after Thanksgiving (or as Carra calls it, xgiving), but things have just begun.  And whether I like it or not, Christmas has decidedly superseded Thanksgiving instead of remaining discrete.  Psh.  Oh well.  I'm still in cornucopia mode.  Since I haven't had the chance to cook, yet.  Today and tomorrow.  Pumped.  I miss cooking.

And, somewhat randomly, here is a poem that I am writing out in my notebook today, to memorize (I forget where I first came across it - someone either posted it elsewhere or maybe from poets.org):

Love means to learn to look at yourself

The way one looks at distant things

For you are only one thing among many.

And whoever sees that way heals his heart,

Without knowing it, from various ills.

A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.

Then he wants to use himself and things

So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.

It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:

Who serves best doesn't always understand.

by Czeslaw Milosz