Savvy
Dear Diary,
Thanksgiving Eve. I am a nervous wreck. Fingers crossed.
After feeding my guys and the rest of the firefighters all day. I made sure everything was ready for the next shift’s Thanksgiving. I made all the sides and made sure they had the instructions for cooking everything. I brined the turkey for 24 hours and stuffed it, ready to go in the oven when whoever was in the kitchen tomorrow was ready to make the meal.
I made pies, and everyone in the station was groaning because they weren’t for them.
“Come on, guys. The next shift deserves a Thanksgiving meal.”
A lot of grumbling followed. I giggled. I watched through the glass windows into the open truck bays as everyone was checking the truck's gear. It was fascinating to me. They all had their job to do, and they work
