ULIHELISDI

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving! Thinking about it, I have always enjoyed Thanksgiving more than any other holiday. (does that classify it as my favorite?). I think about it, and this is the time that I have almost always been able to be with my entire immediate family, and then the ONLY time that I've EVER seen aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. When I was younger, Mom had this awesome wall poster that had the "first" thanksgiving with Indians and pilgrims going about their business on that day, and I used to love looking at it and trying to imagine what they were thinking and try to animate them in my mind - as if I were there! I loved hearing stories of the mysterious Indians coming and taking the pilgrims under their wings and teaching them how to live in this wild country- it's truly a beautiful story in my opinion. To this day I am utterly enthralled with the ways of the natives here in America! I love all the different colors on the trees, I love sloshing my feet through the piles of leaves, and I love the scent in the air! I love all the pumpkin and cinnamon, I love the Stuffing on the Thanksgiving table! And I love being a 'WHOLE family'! This year, however, Jenna and Pouria will not be with us. This year they are pilgrims adventuring in their own new life together as the best friends and loves-of-eachother's-lives that they are. They are discovering new territories, and that is a lovely thing. So, while physically they will not be with us, they will be in our hearts. When you love someone, they are always with you, and that is a very great thing. So we will all be together in spirit, and be joyful on this day: us in Tennessee, and Jenna and Pouria in Colorado.

In Cherokee, the word for Thanksgiving (Unlidelisdi) is a form of the word "We are happy" (Alihelisdi)! I thought that that was awesome, so I am writing it down so that I always remember it...

drooling

last night I spent my time with my roommates cleaning the kitchen and rearranging my plants (they are ALL over the entire house...and front porch...and out in the backyard). It was funny...I was at the house first, and they were all away. I spent some time attempting to clean my room, then John came home. I ask him if he was aware that the fridge stank with a stench to ward off an army! He said he HAD noticed and commenced in cleaning it up. I tried to help, but it wasn't really a 2-person job. Then Marshall came home and John pulled him into the mix, and I joined them and the kitchen became a whirlwind of bad foods and the smells that accompany them, cleaning products, and hot water! We were able to come up with a system so that we could keep all of our foods separated, and Marshall and I exchanged teas and stories of teas. Then, i went into the bathroom because I'd remembered that the trash can was small and I wanted to clean the bathroom...but John swooped in and began cleaning. So I went back into my room and tried to arrange my stuff...it's all in one big pile now.

I am at Borders now. I work IPT (inventory processing team) and I dislike it very much. It doesn't help that there is a floor-to-ceiling window that runs the entire length of the upstairs (where i work) and it overlooks Centennial park. Well, I suppose it does help that I have a lovely view filled with coloring trees and fallen leaves and grasses. But it still taunts me.
I keep moving really fast as if the faster I move the faster time will go by! But the clock keeps moving at its own pace...sad day that I cannot command Father Time! I keep forgetting that i cannot hurry time while I am at work...