Rainy day Monday

This is sort of a blah day. It is Monday and it is pouring down with rain. I have an international call to make in about 30 minutes for a story I'm writing about a garden center in England. I hope to make that brief since I don't think it is part of my long distance calling included on my phone plan. Yikes.

I have a press release to email out to the Denver area media and some national music pubs, too. I wrote about Fawn's Records and a new CD the company released. This CD is designed for animal lovers and carries a spiritual message as well. The producer hopes to sell enough CDs to help fund a no-kill animal sanctuary in Colorado. Today, I will be pitching the story to the media. Wish me luck. I also have to write that garden center story, too.

So much for my pre-Thanksgiving preparation. I will get to some of that tomorrow. Tonight, I have to make a cake to take to school tomorrow. The PTA is making cakes and pies to give to the teachers for their Thanksgiving meals. The goal is to tell them thank you while helping them have one less thing to do for the holiday meal. I got to share with Hot Rod this morning about the origins of Thanksgiving. And, of course, the holidays in general make me tear up with emotions because I have so much to be thankful for. Add to that the creepy PMS-onset feeling. Lovely. What a great time. But, I digress. I explained to him about the pilgrims and how they created Thanksgiving and how we honor it as a time to be thankful for all of our blessings. I think he gets it, too.

Today is also the anniversary of JFK's shooting. Having grown up in the Metroplex where it happened, it has always carried a little heavier weight here. JFK went to Fort Worth for breakfast that fateful morning before he departed for his excursion into Dallas. One of my reporter buddies regaled me with a great motto for a T-shirt for Fort Worth natives "He was fine when he left here." Still makes me crack up to this day. Us reporters and newspaper types are ever so sensitive. hee hee