In keeping with my personality and my general disregard for the nature of holidays, here is my Thanksgiving Day post — a day late. 🙂
I have been this way for a long time. The year we got married — just a a few days later in fact — I was painting the kitchen on Christmas eve. Peggy was no little bit miffed. Do they say “miffed” any more? But she learned a lesson on that occasion: her husband was socially challenged and lived in a time altered state. I seem never to have recovered
Our day of thanksgiving was much like many days; every day. We are thankful for each and every one of them. Consciously. You don’t get to 70 without having seen bad days, challenging days, without having felt hunger and pain. Only those with great forgetting mechanisms can live into their 70’s without an ongoing sense of thankfulness — and yet, look around you — there are so many who seem to have done just that.
I checked into our community Facebook page yesterday and what do you know. There was a post from someone gloating over the fact that it’s hard to catch an imaginary virus! That people continue to be as deluded as that is beyond my imagination. I honestly thought that humans were a higher order of intelligence than I’m coming to find we are. All my life I have missed the mean level of life around me. I’m happy and thankful for that. I’m thankful that Peggy and I have been able to live a life that has seen better things than so many around us. It’s sad for them; fine for us.
We saw no family yesterday. Oh, we saw a few photos and snippets of video but no in person contact. That was OK I guess, we were both a bit under the weather — something we ate didn’t agree with us and we shared 24 hour symptoms having nothing to do with COVID. Still, a little bit of personal physical discomfiture does wonders to remind you what you have to be thankful for.
Our meals were modest. I was thankful for that. Oh, how I was thankful. I don’t actually like to sit at a groaning board anymore. Too much food piled too high and inviting the pounds to settle around my already all to ample waistline. It’s a bad habit, these holidays, when so many around are so in need. Having a social conscience doesn’t make for mindless gorging — and I’m thankful for that too.
For the holiday past, and most probably the season now upon us, we won’t be seeing much of family. OH, we’ll make our socially spaced visits but we’ll appreciate each and every one. We’ll long for family, and longing is good. Better we long to be with them than be tired of spending time with them. Right?
It’s been a weird year. There are more moths of weird yet to come. I’m just thankful that we’re all still happy and healthy and willing to patiently wait for a return to a safer world. It’s coming. I may not have an active part in achieving it, but I can do what I can do — and for that TOO I am thankful.