Thanksgiving Is Complicated

On my Thanksgiving weekend I said yes, big yes, to Steve Kornacki (in his chart-throb khakis) statisfying (yes spelled as intended) That Big Dog Show.

And oh my gosh the 100th birthday of Charles Schultz. Simply pure genius dude. Don’t I love, love, love, my Peanuts gang tee shirt. Yes and yes. (Not much I can do about the ancient Peanuts VHS tapes bought for my son…but we did get the best from them while they still lived.)

No disrespect intended but just enough already, eyes and ears lazered in on intricacies of food and food and food every darn Thanksgiving. I’m looking at you, New York Times. How about just eat clean and simple.

I’m not much into gratitude platitude. I do, definitely do, fully acknowledge it’s right when it’s right for so many people. But for me, just myself, sometimes feels forced.

I used my Thanksgiving weekend to clean up gunk.

Doing well with recycling what I can here. Not a great system but work with it.

Hate throwing out but I eat less than I buy. Almost post weekend, refrigerator and freezer now so clean but just stop, just stop buying even the healthy stuff. Give that money to truly hungry people.

In process of giving away things. Some from my parents, my best hope, to stay in family. Some things just practical which I do hope can find good use otherwise.

Got the contact information for the shelter here. Giving what I could for people who’d been through assault and abuse had been baked into many of my years. That was interrupted for a while. But Thanksgiving this year, I think I’ll be able to again be useful.

Still have a puddle of my own scribbled notes on my desk. Monday, and daylight, will reliably be here soon. Coffee. Until then covers and candles and streaming. I think maybe no brain Queen of Versailles (under covers) or brain The Experimenter (under covers) (both which came up in conversations past week). Maybe Midnight in Paris for the eleven-hundreth time just because I like it. Isn’t that lazy thankful, but smile anyway.

Thanksgiving. Those hours of daylight ouside…which will become longer in another month..walking my lovely neighborhood.

Soon if things align, the magnificent YMCA indoor weights and track and oh-my-no-way lap pool (plus ultra locker room with ultra dry sauna). Oh yoga class again.

All because generous people of this community, with resources to do it, made it be, not only just for them, but for everyone.

Got cool cat Oliver, happy sentient being, still with me. Family did that. Yup, gracious thanks.

Can’t believe this is my life when mothers in Ukraine are losing two-day-old babies because bombings in maternity wards.