Kymberly Foster Seabolt

In a few months we will be saying that 2000 was 25 years ago. To be fair it DOES feel like the covid year of 2020 was 25 years ago. My brain is straight up denying the math. This cannot be true. We still don’t have flying cars. I think I have lost track of how time works.

I have had the same “best friend” since I was 9 years old (that was in the 1970s by the way). I’m so grateful for her. We’ve literally grown up together. She’s my rock. She knows things. Nothing illegal but let’s just say either one of us could probably prevent the other from running for political office — if we were so inclined. I’m blessed with both a wonderful family and wonderful friendships. I take neither for granted. I honestly do not think I would be who I am today as a spouse or parent without my many wonderful friends.

I called it! Twenty-two years ago, I wrote a column about the impending demise of Kmart. Clearly, I was ahead of my time.

As we approach the season of holiday eating, people who can and cannot cook are sure to be strongly divided. This is important so the wrong sector isn’t given crucial holiday food assignments.

Obviously, I’m an adult, but like, not ON PURPOSE. I didn’t realize how little I understood the time change until I attempted to explain the science behind it to a very bossy, small dog. I assure you that Nova Grace does not care what the government thinks, she knows what time breakfast is. Setting the time back an hour does not change the settings on her stomach.

Last week was my birthday. I don’t sweat it. I’ve said for years that every birthday I celebrate is one that was denied to some of my peers. Anyone who has lived this long knows people forever frozen in childhood, teenage or young adult years. I’ll take aging and all that comes along with it, thank you very much.

I’ve been hosting and making Thanksgiving dinner for roughly 25 years. That’s a lot of turkey. Accordingly, you would think I would have it down to a science. You would be wrong. Every year without fail I make lists and check them twice. I wander the grocery aisles like I don’t understand how the most basic menu works. It’s meat and potatoes with some carb-laden side dishes. Undaunted, or more like VERY daunted, I will simply revert to the ways of my people and make enough food to feed roughly 100 hungry mouths — even if we are hosting eight people.

Like most people in the days before a major holiday, I am preparing to embrace the reason for the season by completely freaking out. Will there be enough food? Chairs? Spaces so tidy it’s more “Pottery Barn” catalog and less “we actually live here.”

I’m no pro, but I’m fairly certain it is NOT in the spirit of the season to be cursing our Christmas tree. Although, to be fair, one dear friend opined that perhaps that very much IS the spirit of the season.

“Christmas is forever, not for just one day, for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf. The good you do for others is good you do yourself.”