Today I wish everyone who is celebrating a Happy Thanksgiving. May you make wonderful memories with family and friends, and not get as stuffed as the turkey.
What are you thankful for? For me it is always my family first. What a blessing they have been to me, especially during my recent move.
I am also thankful for all my friends – the ones who I can hug in person, as well as friends online and the wonderful community of authors who are so supportive of each other.
To write down all that I am thankful for would take pages and pages, so instead of boring you with a post that would take hours to read, here’s something from Slim Randles – whom I’m always thankful for – that will only take a minute out of a busy day. Enjoy!
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Many of our Native American tribes call this month the “hunger moon,” and for good reason. The early fall hunting is generally over, the late season hunts in the snow aren’t happening yet, and the fishing? Well … let’s just say the salmon are all spawned out and dead, the trout? Who can really figure out a trout’s thought processes. The burbot is delicious and isn’t too hard to catch, but they’re one of Nature’s ugliest creatures, giving even the mole rat a run for his money.
Most of us go to the store in November and buy grub the way we do the rest of the year. The hunger moon shouldn’t affect us, really.
But it does.
Our daylight has pinched off to about zilch, It’s cold enough in the living room to hang meat, and the kids are bringing home report cards that look as though they’ve been put together by gnomes.
But there is one saving grace, here in the good old U.S.A. … Thanksgiving. Oh yes, we know that, even if our forefathers were smart enough NOT to sail here with the Pilgrims, we still get to absorb our country’s most delicious holiday on Thanksgiving.
No matter what our ancestry tells us is the kind of food to eat then, at least we’re entitled to a bunch of it. We know it’s a tradition to help send the world’s dumbest bird, the turkey, just a bit closer to extinction, but there’s plenty of other stuff to bullsnake down if the choice of dark meat or light meat doesn’t float our particular gastric boat.
But the main point of Thanksgiving is to look around the table and be thankful to the Creator for letting our family once again gather here to scratch that gluttonous itch as we rack our brains to try to remember who that guy is across the table with the gray hair.
But I suppose he belongs here, too. Just like me.
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Brought to you by Overeaters Anonymous without their knowledge or consent.
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That’s all for today folks. Enjoy your Thanksgiving gathering. Be safe. Be happy.