Just spent fifteen minutes forcefeeding a turkey. It’s not unlike doing the same with a one-year-old human baby: You either do the airplane, race car, or bumblebee (this last one’s not the best idea to teach a kid) to get it in, or, alternatively, approach when it’s not looking, and shove. Watch carefully, and as it comes back out, be fast with the spoon to catch it off the chin and with one clean gesture, stick it back in the mouth and wipe the spoon off the nose. Only with a turkey, the body parts aren’t quite the same. But hey, it works.
Sometimes the hardest part of Thanksgiving is finding reason to be thankful. Job loss, financial worries, illness and death take their toll on the best of us and can make us wary and bitter. We’ve had a rough year here, but there are some things in particular that were couldabeen tragedies that turned out well: our niece’s full recovery prognosis from a brain tumor; Jim’s miraculous unscathed exit from an overturned new car, Gus’ fast and easy recovery from a quadruple bypass, Nancy’s quick recovery from a dangerous but overlooked abscess on her spine. And, I suppose, two people who have found rest and peace from pain and loneliness.
So while I’m glad this year is over, we have much to be thankful for. Just as in the learning of literature and the arts, it’s a matter of perception. And what is life, but a story and an art.
A happy and blessed Thanksgiving to you all.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Thanks and back at yah 🙂
I posted a T’day, Canadian style, on my blog under the heading “Thanksgiving Day.” Not an original title but the post itself is.
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And you’ve done well through out the entire year. Human resiliency never ceases to amaze me. It’s amazing how much we can take on without completely breaking. Happy Thanksgiving.