six

It’s been a busy week of self-care and helping Chad move. I know it sounds counterintuitive, but it wasn’t.

The sixty-five boxes of his prized comic book collection are currently residing in my living room while the painter finishes his interior. The new furniture he asked me to help pick out for him should arrive the week after Christmas. I purchased a gift for his new house which I won’t divulge here yet.

When Chad closed on the new house he was given two keys. He gave me one for, quote, “safe keeping”. Uh huh. He had no idea what he’d just done. <smirk>

“Red,” he began with a grin, “my boys want to spend Thanksgiving with me. The new house will still be in flux and I have to be out of the old place by November 30. I wondered, if it’s not too much trouble, would you be willing to host it at your place this year?”

I smiled. “Sure!” I was happy he’d asked.

Later that day Ashlee called and asked if she could come home for Thanksgiving.

“Of course, honey!” I replied. “Just a heads up that Chad and his boys will be here too. I thought you were going to (the boyfriend’s) parents?”

“Nope! I decided we’re through,” she replied very matter of fact.

Well…okay then. I can’t say I’m disappointed because I’m not.

So that’s six for Thanksgiving dinner.