Thanksgiving, 2021 in our little house in the woods.
Snowflakes tumble from the sky joining their brothers and sisters in a skiff of snow on the November landscape.
Our wood stove hums in the basement heating the upstairs to a cozy 77 degrees at 9:34 a.m.
I need to traipse down our circular stairway and retrieve Tom Turkey from the basement refrigerator where he’s been thawing since last Friday morning. Usually–even if we thaw Tom for at least a week–he still hosts ice deep within.
We had our usual holiday discussion. Thanksgiving meal at lunch or dinner time? Barry prefers earlier in the day so he can eat leftovers in the evening; I crave a later hour. He’s getting soft in later years because he caves immediately to my suggestion for dinner eating. So of course I have to say, “You know, if you’d like to have it earlier…?” and he replies, “No, no, dinner time is good.”
It’s just the two of us again this year. Most Thanksgivings (since the kids left home) it’s been that way. We don’t mind. Barry’s just thrilled this year that he’s retired and doesn’t have to think about putting out a weekly newspaper. We are, however, eating a work-related Tom Turkey. Every Christmas his boss distributed two small turkeys or one large bird to all the employees. We put both our birds in the downstairs freezer and ate one on Easter and the second on Thanksgiving. Hence, we’re eating our last L’Anse Sentinel turkey today.
From now on we’ll buy our own birds.
Pardon the interruption. Turkey interruptus. No, no, Kathy, you can’t use that word in a G-rated blog. Let’s reevaluate: turkey interrumpo. (Meaning to interrupt or cut short in Latin.)
You are so right. Our turkey gizzards are covered in ice. Into a cold water bath in the sink!
Barry just said: 20 million people are flying for Thanksgiving. In 2019 twenty six million flew. Let’s just trust his figures; he remembers these kind of facts better than I do. (We will be flying to Georgia in about one week to see Barry’s parents. It’s been two years since we visited, so it’s Time to re-visit the Friendly and not-so-Friendly skies. Wish us luck!)
Back to our Thanksgiving. Around 4 p.m. whilst said Tom Turkey sizzles in oven we shall Zoom with our two kiddos. One on the East Coast within spitting distance of a view of the Manhattan skyline; the other nestled in the hills surrounding Portland, Oregon. All of our Thanksgiving plans have been upended this week with illness, traveling spouses, etc. So we shall gaze lovingly at each other’s faces and chit chat while the aroma of turkey fills our little house in the woods. Where they grew up playing “Blind Dog” leading each other blindfolded through the trees needing to guess where they were in the forest.
You never know what will happen next. Another friend died of dementia last week. A couple of friends fell ill with covid. I got triggered and argued with a love one and didn’t “Think Again” before opening my mouth. Anything can happen, you know?
A lot of emotions and thoughts are brewing in this body/mind right now. Sadness for the state of our country, our thoughts, our egos. Gratitude for this warm and cozy house. Appreciation for my funny, kind, caring spouse. We can all write our Thanksgiving list of what we’re grateful for, can’t we?
This morning I read a random article–darn, can’t find it right now because this is not an Apple device–about how we might shake up our gratitude list a bit. Instead of focusing what we’re thankful about–let’s ponder how we might make others more grateful and appreciative. Good twist, right? How can we GIVE more? You know, the giving part of Thanksgiving.
I texted Thanksgiving love to three people within fifteen minutes of reading that. Five people have texted, messaged and emailed love back thissaway. One crazy relative texted back, “Thanksgiving…only day you can give someone the bird…and they thank you” !!!
I love writing blogs like this. Describing the present moment as it rises and falls away. This moment, this moment, this moment. Stream-of-consciousness noticing the Holy (even with its sadness, frozen turkey ice crystals, dementia, flying trivia, silly jokes).
Wishing all of you Thanksgiving love no matter where you are, how you’re feeling, what you believe. Many blessings! And how are you celebrating today?