We humans live in a constant state of anticipation; the first cup of coffee brewing in the morning, the commute to work, the holidays, the future…
Everything is as done as I can get it. The preparation for a holiday feast began yesterday with cleaning, polishing, and cooking. This morning I finished the last two rooms and laid out my schedule for the food. My kitchen is a challenging environment. I have two functional burners, half a grill top and a small oven. Dishes must be cooked in shifts with an eye toward constantly lowering temperatures and keeping things warm between turns in the oven.
With everything on schedule, I can finally sit and wait for the guests. Alice doesn’t know the four “cousins” are about to burst on the scene. It’s a five dog extravaganza; Gaia, Chuck and Thelma will arrive with Hanni and B. Young Harvey is on his way with Shana and Lex. Jeff is dogless but will no doubt get his canine fix this afternoon. The weather is glorious. I am considering holding the meal out on the back deck with the busy bird feeders and all the glory of nature. While 50 degrees would seem chilly a few months ago, today the doors are flung open and the sun is streaming in.
I anticipate their arrival, I anticipate the joy and laughter. I anticipate the memories we shall create. But who can predict the reality? Five dogs a leaping, six humans eating, and joking and remembering and sharing. The turkey turned out better than just fine. The games before the fireplace raged on, and the feeling of love and belonging was like a cashmere sweater on bare skin.
My anticipation was all for naught this weekend, as life just swirled on by. Let the Christmas Carols begin in earnest!