My Solo-Thanksgiving rocked, baby!
It was LE’s mother’s turn to have him for Turkey Day this year, so I set out to prove that being a Solo-Dad alone on Thanksgiving doesn’t have to be a downer.
In fact, no holiday without your kids has to be anything but what you decide it will be.
I decided to mini-blog about my Solo-Thanksgiving experiences via Twitter.
By last count, I tweeted about my day a total of 25 times and received 14 replies from those of you following. (Thanks!)
Carrying Water, Chopping Wood
Actually, nothing spectacular occurred during the day, but the commitment I made to blog about my Solo-Thanksgiving made it more than enjoyable for me, it made the day especially fun and there wasn’t a regret in sight.
It reminded me of the Zen saying…
“Before enlightenment, carrying water, chopping wood. After enlightenment, carry water, chopping wood.”
What Did I Do?
I made coffee, drank it from my favorite Beatles mug, read email, read blogs, wrote, did some light housework, washed dishes, made good headway in the assault on Mt. Laundry (received some laundry-related reassurance and encouragement from Pam), watched The Bourne Ultimatum..again 
, cooked some tasty chicken breasts, steamed broccoli and fingerling potatoes (note to self, send Garlic Crusted Chicken recipe to Rebecca M), got a killer cheese-biscuit recipe on Twitter from Jen, received a dinner invitation to munch on some of those cheese-biscuits from Sue C (which I couldn’t make because…well…she lives in Maine), had an after dinner drink at a seaside pub at the beach, strolled along the ocean, witnessed an amazing sunset (is it totally obvious why I live here), and settled in to watch some TV with a cup of black pekoe tea and a splash of half-n-half…all the while Tweeting updates to those tracking my day while engaging in their own celebrations (or lack thereof in Canada and the UK). 
So, What Did You Do?
How did you mark your Thanksgiving? Did you accept an invitation? Did you hunker down and watch seasons five and six of Seinfeld? Did you burn a turkey beyond recognition? Did Aunt Gladys get tipsy again? Come on, spill the three-bean-salad!
I’d love to hear how your Thanksgiving turned out! Please leave a comment and tell me about your day. 
