Something really interesting occurred to me over Thanksgiving weekend.
There is a very big difference between Heather's family and mine (besides guns, voting the Republican ticket, and pick-up trucks).
Her families day does not revolve around food. It revolves around doing. They don't sit around and plan out the next meal (hell, the next meal still may be running around in the woods). At 6 a.m. in the morning they aren't thinking about lunch or dinner. Their day is shaped by what they will be doing.
In the land of us Workman's, the day is shaped around when and what we will eat. It has been this way for as long as I can remember.
Isn't that a crazy thing? I mean, not crazy in the sense that we think like that or other's don't...but that I have never realized it before?
It takes some getting used to. I think that is why I panic a little in my brain at times when we are just sitting around in Defuniak. In my head, the little voice is saying "No one is talking about food! What if they don't feed me? What if I never get to eat again!"
Totally rational yes?