It always strikes me as strange and quite sad that there should be one day in the year reserved for giving thanks for blessings received.
I know, I know......you are having to cope with that creepy Pollyanna Stearns again today, but in my old age I have developed a peculiar desire to express my enormous gratitude (aloud) every time I escape a disaster or have a good thing happen. For instance I am not just paying lip service when I say. "Thank you God (*)" every time I trip but do NOT fall down, each time I break a glass and no fragments fly into my good eye, whenever I am chopping veggies with my wicked looking cleaver (my favorite chopping tool) and I clip a corner of a fingernail but escape removing the first joint of the finger, etc., or on the more positive side, when I gaze awestruck out into the little hummingbird feeding area outside my kitchen window ( incidentally, that is where I slipped last March and broke my hip.....(**)) and see 6 or 8 of those incredible creatures zipping around like jet planes, fencing with each other and gobbling nectar within a few feet or inches from my fascinated gaze. There is hardly anything I am NOT grateful for these days and I cannot help acknowledging it every damned minute. It seems totally vile and insensitive not to.
* ( When I say, "Thank you God" I am addressing not an ordinary religious icon, but that ineffable spirit that permeates every tiny particle in the universe and keeps them from either crashing together or flying wildly apart (even faster than they are already doing that).)
** (When I fell and broke my hip I did NOT say, "Thank you God" but, so help me, I realized later how lucky I was that I did not hit my head on the bricks and end up a vegetable in a coma).
So what does all of the above have to do with anything?......you may well ask since it obviously takes me forever to get to the effing point....... which is that I am not doing anything special in the way of giving thanks on Thanksgiving. In fact, due to the onset of a spurt of insanity, I actually made my turkey, cranberries and stuffing yesterday since, for the first time ever, I had taken the turkey out of the freezer on Monday and it was nearly completely thawed in the frig. What the hell, I told myself, if you do all the stuff today you can really relax and enjoy Thanksgiving tomorrow, and so I did!
Today all I have to do is eat, feed all the neighborhood kitties with turkey and watch the NFL football game later, in total comfort. It all makes me thankful that I am crazy enough to have done what I did. And that's a fact!
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