There are fully decorated Christmas trees in the stores with lit angels and Santas “ho ho hoing” as I pass. I am not ready for Christmas, I want Thanksgiving first. Thanksgiving is when I visit my family in New York. Thanksgiving is when I poke around fabric shops in the garment district, visit the Strand bookshop, research in the New York City Museum and New York City Library and visit with my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter. Don’t push Christmas on me until I have had those family moments over good food at Tom and Teresa’s, appetizers and wine in the living room with my family at their home, time to play with my granddaughter in the morning on the floor. I have been “transferring,” the term the personal trainers use to time how many times I can sit on the floor and stand up again in 30 seconds, This transferring will allow me flexibility to get down on the floor and actually play with my granddaughter. I am up to 4 times in 30 seconds. I am ready for Thanksgiving, not Christmas. Christmas is more excitement down the way, but for now I want to have my family time at Thanksgiving and don’t want to be rushed. I want to savor every moment, taste the flavors of the season, hear the stories and record in my heart all the sensations of Thanksgiving. I am so excited.