The table is set, the cornbread dressing is bubbling in the oven and hopes are high that everything runs smoothly this Thanksgiving… and that I don’t have to call the fire department, or drop a casserole on the floor, or forget to put out something I tucked into the back of the refrigerator.
It is 5 a.m. and I have my schedule for last minute preparations on a sticky note which I keep misplacing.
Since I’m running a tad ahead of sked, I decided to post some Thanksgiving thoughts.
It makes me sad that there are many all over the world who aren’t having so great a Thanksgiving due to the anemic economy and record unemployment. If my rice/mandarin orange pilaf turns out gummy (and all indications are that it will), I will hold that thought of the less fortunate, and take those small bumps in the road in stride.
English novelist Thomas Hardy believed that the days of declining autumn created an inner season in which we could live “in spiritual altitudes more nearly approaching ecstasy” than at any other time of the year. I agree. I love Thanksgiving for many reasons, but one is that we’ll get to do it all over again in five weeks when Christmas arrives.
I don’t think I’ll rush out the day after Thanksgiving to do holiday shopping with the rest of the world. (So what if Walmart is advertizing $18 microwave ovens and my microwave burned up a month ago.) Instead, I’ll make a pot of turkey soup, turn on the holiday music and shift into the next Holiday mode.
I wish you all a wonderful day filled with family and friends and a big plate of gratitude.