What's For Dinner?

Christmas dinner is, in my life, a turkey with dressing or stuffing, cranberry sauce, gravy, mashed potatoes, yellowish vegetables done up in a casserole and Brussels Sprouts. The rest is sidebar. It was a different and rather hectic situation this year due to a lot of things. It behaved much like the little glass orbs we shake and watch as little snowflakes whirl about the scene inside. We earthlings are whirled by chaos everywhere we turn, and fight not to allow it to enter our personal spheres and spoil our lives. Our natural resilience  has us trying to fix it through kind acts and positive thinking and ignoring the media hype that tries to convince us that it is a hundred percent their vision instead of the three.  After all that negative press effort, we have weather. About this, we can do nonother than listen to the warnings and do in our environments what needs doing. My Christmas dinner, as a minor example, has been long in the planning and this year, it's a dart board. I have a dart board on my front door inside the hallway where often I shoot badly while, once in awhile, I get a bull's eye purely accidentally. Fortunately, the darts and board  don't damage anything but one's ego. This year trying for the traditional Christmas dinner, to find a turkey was like my dart board: iffy.  Thinking that getting one via online shopping which is all I do, would avoid the hassle of a last minute rush. The order came, however,  turkeyless. And the prices for big birds was huge but desperation came first. No early turkey. Then I opted for turkey rolls in all  of its ugly forms. No luck there either. Okay, I thought, we'll go red meat. Two barons of beef came that were nothing I could curtsey for. Two small chunks of baron of beef that isn't a tender cut arrived. My final attempt for a bird, was a ham and two long salmon filets. The golden goose left home. Maybe in fear of being on a platter soon. The plan, now only two weeks from the dinner, appeared to be a platter of fin, fur and bristle, no feather. A week before the holiday plan, voila, the store "rained" turkeys and finally I got my dream turkey of the brand I love. My stuffed little freezer is almost falling over with joy.  But, and that little word is a biggie. But  now to challenge my dinner, was the weather that came along and said, ha ha, you thought you had it, right? Uh uh, lady. Gotcha! Mom Nature strutted out her ice storms and snow drifts and shut me down, or almost did. Planet earth's mother presented us with her new game. My turn, she said. Is it her revenge? Now what are we pompous holidayists going to do? Aha. We are resourceful two legged creatures; the eons prove it. We made the calendar to fit nature, but we know how to bend it to our needs. Now, that I have my turkey, nothing, but nothing is going to stand in the way of turkey dinner even if it's served in January.