I’m trying to figure out Thanksgiving. Robert and Amanda “probably/kind of/maybe/I don’t know” have plans with their mom, or with the families of their significant others. Bill’s sister hasn’t returned my call yet to let me know if anything is going on with Bill’s side of the family, but the last time I mentioned it to her she didn’t have any ideas for plans. I figured we’d all get together and have Thanksgiving with Grandmother Claudine, especially since this is the first holiday without Grandpa Ed. But it seems she might be heading to the Carolinas to visit with her sisters.
As long-time readers are aware, I tend to plan Thanksgiving out completely within the first week of November – sometimes even before that. This year, Thanksgiving is next week and I’m plan-less.
Then I got to thinking, what if I DON’T PLAN THANKSGIVING. I mean, entirely. What if I don’t cook a turkey, mashed potatoes, pies, the whole shebang? Especially if the kids have other plans, what if I just… skip Thanksgiving? Bill is anti-leftovers and isn’t that big of a fan of turkey. He’s not a dessert guy, either. So I’d put all this effort into a big meal, of which one plateful would be consumed in under fifteen minutes, and then my refrigerator would be packed with leftovers that we wouldn’t eat.
So what if next Thursday comes and goes, and we just have a normal, run-of-the-mill Thursday night dinner?
It’s a fascinating thought. I mean, screw it. I’m not going to force an assload of food onto people that don’t want it/won’t eat it/don’t care.
We can be thankful without a turkey. Seriously. When did overgrown fowl become an integral part of gratitude for the blessings in our lives?
Yeah. Screw it.