A very happy Thanksgiving from all of us (all one of us) here at PatriotRetort.com!
[Okay, that picture is Christmas 1967, but it has a turkey in it, so…]
My Thanksgiving dinner this year will consist of a bowl of Alessi Neapolitan bean soup and maybe a chunk of warm bread. My Lupus – set on by the unusually cold weather (we had a low of 3 degrees) — has grounded me for the day. So I’m staying home to rest. Of course it probably didn’t help that yesterday I did three loads of laundry and hauled my old dying laser printer to the basement.
Ah, well. It happens.
Yeah, I guess so. I never thought
about it that way. With Mom at
Aunt Pauline’s this year, I’m not
getting a Thanksgiving. Maybe
it’s just as well.
Well I think that’s a shame. I
love a ritual sacrifice.
It’s not really a one of those.
To commemorate a past event you
kill and eat an animal. It’s a
ritual sacrifice. With pie.
Well, one doesn’t necessarily need a ritual sacrifice to celebrate Thanksgiving.
When I was first getting sober fifteen years ago, it was suggested to me that I make a gratitude list every day – just three to five things I was grateful for.
That simple act of putting pen to paper and recognizing that even in the most difficult times, there are always things to be grateful for, well, it did wonders for me.
So, sure, Lupus is kicking my butt today. But the fact is, despite the hardships, I am overwhelmed with gratitude.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s because yesterday I spent the afternoon and evening scanning old family pictures into my computer that makes me feel this way.
Many of the photos are over fifty years old – some much older. And when my old laser printer died, the new inkjet I got also scans. So it gave me an opportunity to digitally store photographs that are not long for this world.
By the way, Kodak Color from the sixties doesn’t have a lot of staying power. And the old color snapshots from when I was little are starting to wash out and fade.
But with Photoshop, I was able to clean them up some.
They may not be completely restored, but they sure as heck look better now.
You can’t spend the day going through old family photos and not feel gratitude.
Some of the shots I found brought back so many great memories.
When I was about four, my Aunt Joy decided to take a series of photos of me, my brother and her son Joe. So she posed us all over the farm – inside, outside, up trees, you name it. Then when she got us posed, she would yell, “Say cheeeeeeeeeeese!!!!”
I remember that day like it was yesterday and not over fifty years ago.
What a blessing family is.
I say this as someone who spent more than ten years estranged from my family (my fault).
A lot of times, folks ask me, “Dianny, why the hell are you staying in that Democrat-run hell-hole of New York?! Move!!”
But this is where my family is. I spent enough time far away from them. And now, I am very grateful to be close to them – even in a state like New York.
Family matters more than politics.
And, really? I feel kind of bad for the folks who are heading to Thanksgiving looking forward only for the chance to yell at their families for not sharing their political views.
Maybe they should start writing out a daily gratitude list – if for no other reason than to remember that there’s more to life than “Orange Man Bad.”
Enjoy your family. They aren’t always going to be here. Spending time with them every chance you can means you will have more to remember them by than just a stack of worn, fading photos.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
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