I love hearing about other people's Thanksgivings more than talking about my own. I know you don't believe me, but it's true. I have a few questions I ask anyone and everyone I can--What time do you eat? When do you shop? How many trips? Do you cook everything or do you let some people bring things? Do you tell them what to bring or trust them? What's your attendance policy? RSVPs or open door? What's the biggest Thanksgiving you've ever made? What's your biggest disaster? Stuffing--bread or cornbread? Oysters? Sausage? What wine/spirit do you serve? Do you go Black Friday shopping? Tabletop--china? paper? One long table or many? Do you brine? Cranberry sauce or relish? What was your favorite Thanksgiving (so far)?
To start my series of Thanksgiving posts, I hope you'll answer as many as you can bear. I ask each of these questions with an open mind. You might think that because I have firmly set ideas for my Thanksgiving, I would project a right or wrong attitude about others'. But that's not me. I love the personality of family holidays and see different as neither right nor wrong.
I've been on Thanksgiving since June this year. That's a record, even for me. I was feeling some delayed doubt over severing a long-expired relationship; and was having trouble deciphering regret from boredom from disappointment. I think our cool, grey, rainy weather in June was telling my biological holiday clock that the time was rapidly approaching and I clicked into high gear. You might wonder what the hell could he even do in June? Truthfully, not much. So I bought a bunch of shit that made me feel Thanksgiving-y. A few gravy boats and it was all better!
Not quite, but planning Thanksgiving (or any holiday) early did for me what it always does. Connects me to myself--and through tiny details, helps me focus on the big picture. The big picture, apparently, is a stockpile of gravy boats.
|The next full moon will be the evening before Thanksgiving. Allegedly|
be (yet another) Super Moon.