I logged into my WordPress account for the first time in many, many months. I think it’s been almost 5. I don’t like facing things I’ve neglected for a long time, my physical appearance being an obvious example of that.
The first thing I see on my feed is an exercise to write a response to a one-word prompt. I guess I followed the blog that creates these things, or maybe it was on my homepage because it’s popular. Either way, the word of the day is ‘Nest‘ and I’m going to spill my reaction into this post. Of course, helpless borderline-featherless baby birds are the first thing that come to mind.
This gif reminds me of when my grandfather would whip out a can of whipped cream…when my sisters and I were young and sugar was a dominant ruler of our worlds. Our eyes would widen with excitement, because we knew that nozzle would soon be aimed at our mouths. There was one condition, though. We had to “tweet”. Actually, we had to “tweet tweet”. It was Papa’s way of getting us to ask nicely, and it always cracks me up thinking he had four little girls tweeting at him while he administered doses of dessert into our pleading receptacles.
A second attempt to interpret the word ‘nest’ brings a wave of coziness over me. I immediately picture my home in Cheshire, CT which is 2,872 miles from my current location according to a quick search in Google Maps. My nest is one day less than a month away.
My family and friends mean everything to me, and I can’t wait to see them this holiday season. I hope you all have a fantastic Thanksgiving and picture me sitting at the table with you.