Friday, November 23, 2007

A Moveable Feast

Most of you know by now, my night job—the one that pays the bills—is as a Respiratory Therapist at a hospital. Working full time as a staff therapist, I am not afforded the luxury of having every weekend and holiday off. As a matter of fact, this year, I'm working at least part of every winter holiday. While most of you were zoning out on triptophan yesterday, I was listening to charge report so I could steer the helm of the respiratory ship. All in all it wasn't a bad night. Rather kind of average for a historically short-staffed shift. (Only us losers seem to get suckered in to working the holidays that aren't ours to offically cover.)
As the night wore on, I started to think: when was the last time I celebrated a holiday or birthday/anniversary on the actual date of the event?

Answer: I don't remember.

One thing you get used to real quick (or you become a pain in everyone's ass) is that working regular staff your holidays are not your own, nor are they generally spent with your family. Being able to shift the days to when it's conveinent is imperative for keeping the peace. I have to say, my husband is wonderful when it comes to me saying.."Dave, I have to work Thanksgiving night, let's have it on Saturday instead since we're both off." - His reply. "Fine." - And he's not just saying that, it really is fine with him. Maybe celebrating the actual day of the holiday would matter more to me if we lived closer than 1000 miles to any of our family members and spent the day with them. Since it's only Dave and I, we can pretty much celebrate Christmas in July and Thanksgiving in March if the spirit moves us. And I have to say...I kind of like it that way.

Holidays aren't about celebrating on a date designated by the calendar, but by the sentiments of spending time with those you love.

I have much to be thankful for this year, even though it's been kind of a sucky year for Dave and I. The thought it could have been so much worse remains in the back of my head. So, I'm really and truly thankful that it wasn't. I'm also thankful things seem to be turning around for us and look forward to 2008 being better.

On a sad note, this is the first year my Kittygirl will not be here to share the feast. I have memories from 14 years where she'd sit in front of the oven and eagerly await the turkey's removal. She was crazed over fowl of any kind, but turkey was her absolute favorite. It's going to seem a little lonely in the kitchen this year as I cook my holiday bird. I'm sure she'll be looking down from kitty-heaven, licking her whiskers and sniffing the air.


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