by,
Kathie Shoop
I love the turkey photo from yesterday's post!
Of course, like many Americans, I tend to block out the image of the plump, LIVE, orange and brown bird that children draw and companies mimic with enormous tissue-papered versions that serve as mantle or center-pieces.
Not to mention the fact that by every Thanksgiving we have at least 25 turkeys visit our yard daily. And then there's my son's friend--his house is adorned with the carcasses of turkeys wrested into submission by his father's gun!
All in all the turkey as food, back when you had to catch and process everything you ate on the spot, must have been a darn good feast--as it still is today.
So, in thinking about what I am thankful for--besides the big brown bird--I have to say it's the little things.
The woman down the down the street who owns the gym I go to, who manages to be supportive yet not domineering--when I see her, I don't have to feel guilty for missing a day. She's a genius.
My husband for all the hard work he does for our family.
My family, for just being there.
My kids for making me laugh and see the best in the world.
For the feeling of optimism that although things might get worse before the get better, they will get better.
Hope you all had a great day yesterday--anyone head out for shopping today?
5 comments:
Happy day after Thanksgiving.
I'm feeling out of sync, myself. I mean, I'm vegetarian, so just the idea of a carcass on the table is enough to make me lose my appetite. And I really, really, really hate to shop. My idea of Hell is being trapped in a mall on Black Friday -- in the lowest depths of Hell would be a Christmas store, with everything sparkling, whirling, jingling, and caroling around me. ARRRGGHHHH!
I'm not really a Scrooge. Honest. And I did eat dinner yesterday with "normal" people, who munched on a dead bird. I contributed a rice dish that contained only rice, onions, celery, pecans, cranberries, parsley, butter, and spices. Believe me, I'd take that over a baked carcass any day.
OK, that was me. I don't know why it came up anonymous, because I put my name in like I usually do. If it pulls the same trick on this one, this is GINA.
Gina, your rice dish sounds great.
Also a vegetarian, I dined with family who love turkey. Thankfully, there were plenty of side dishes without meat. And then there were the desserts. Oooo.
FYI, I brought my "portion" of the turkey home to my cat who LOVES me today.
And NO, I am not going to the store today. I don't care how much money I could save. Pushy people and crowded parking lots tend to make me crabby. I'll stay home, thank you very much.
When the boys were little, I used to shop for toys on Black Friday. Now that they're adults, they get money and a few trinkets. I do a lot of shopping online now.
I've never been a Black Friday shopper (or much of a shopper at all, frankly. I get the heebie-jeebies when I have to go into a box store). But the day has really earned its moniker after the deadly WalMart rampage. To me, that incident shows the dark underbelly of our shopping culture. The authorities should have locked those doors and arrested everyone who stepped over that poor employee's dying body.
What phrase should we coin for this syndrome now? Bargain rage?
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