Thanksgiving

It’s 7:30PM on Thanksgiving eve. The washing of the turkey proved to be not nearly as horrid an experience as I’d expected. For whatever reason, I’d envisioned blood flying around the kitchen as I pulled gizzard after innard out of a dark, cold hole. As it was, each collection of the “insides” was nicely packaged in an opaque wrapper (which meant I didn’t have to look at the specifics). The main cavity was so large and empty, it didn’t bother me that much. Done and done.

I’m about to have a glass of wine and relax. The house is clean, the table has been set and there’s nothing more I can do with the meal until morning. I thought this would be a good time to mark the things for which I am thankful. Since I don’t like to get that personal in this blog, I’m going to keep my list to myself. I suggest you make your own. Always good to take a moment to count your blessings.

Whatever you do and wherever you go tomorrow, I hope you are surrounded by people you love who love you back. I know I will be. And I am forever grateful.

Happy Thanksgiving.