Day: December 8, 2020

Turkey Legs For You Young Lady!

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Putting My Feet in the Dirt December Prompt#4 – Leftover Turkey Legs

Our family mapped out the Christmas Turkey days in advance of the actual roasting and carving.

By the time we got to the dinner table, we knew who  wanted the white meat, who wanted their slices with a little crispy skin still attached and for some freaky reason there was always a fight over who got the wings.

” To bad, ” I said when I was about five years old and the turkey mapping sessions had just begun via the phone  between my Dad and Grandma ” that turkeys don’t have four wings. You know what has four wings? Dragon flies. Maybe we should roast a bunch of them instead.  But I’m pretty sure they don’t have boobs,  and I know  everyone likes turkey boobs- especially Grandpa and Auntie Sharon. ”

” You mean-” my Dad pulled the phone away from his ear looked down at me and my Mom lit a cigarette and muttered how nobody on her side of the family was as weird as me.

” Shut up Anita. ”

” SORRY. I mean breasts. Dragonflies don’t have breasts. Mermaids do. Maybe we- ”

“ANITA GO AWAY.” My dad hollered at me. ” I’m on THE PHONE!”

It was after the suggestion we roast dragon flies so that we could have plenty of wings to go around- and that roasting mermaids was an option too, that  I was the one who got both turkey legs and a wad of dark meat ( which at the time my family considered to be cat and dog food ) dumped on my plate.

I looked down and remember trying to look grossed out and put upon.

I also remember trying not to smile because it was always fun to get exactly what you wanted for Christmas and you didn’t even have to promise Santa to be good to get it.

 

The Window Watchers

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Putting My Feet In The Dirt Prompt#25- Feline Good

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I thought that tonight

would be a good night

to sit at my window, put my feet up

with a warm cup of tea warming my hands and my bones

and that I could wait for the snow to fall,

for the Christmas lights to twinkle and pop on

up and down my street.

 

It’s really quiet tonight.

I can hear the wind blowing way up high in the trees, I can hear the leaves, frosted with

ice, crackling like the blackened burning wood in my fireplace

and

my dog is snoring beside me, his paws are dancing and his tail is swishing dreamily,

happily beside him.

 

My old  black cat is watching his reflection

in the glass fireplace screen

with his ears pinned  against his head.

 

” Do you see a monster in there? ” I asked him.

 

My cat looks up at me.

 

” Do you see a monster in the flames? ” I asked as I took a sip of tea.

 

” It’s just the wind in the trees making the flames dance like that, ” my cat says ” it does

that on winter nights like these. But I don’t like it at all. Not one little bit.”

 

“Silly old cat,”  I said to myself.

“Why can’t he just enjoy himself for no reason at all

for once”

 

” It must be a cat thing. ” My dog said sleepily. ” It’s just a cat thing.”

 

And then my dog went back to sleep and my cat went back to watching his flames and I

went back  to waiting for it to snow.