The story of Thanksgiving. (And those reportedly communistic Pilgrims.)
Thanksgiving is one of the few holidays I celebrate. So many holidays just feel like manipulation (You vill honor veterans! You must love your father. You’re going to consider this the start of the new year, even if the day doesn’t have the slightest astronomical significance.)
You could say that about Thanksgiving, too. (You should be grateful, damnit, even if life is in the proverbial handbasket!) But as a born-and-made pessimist, I welcome the reminder to uplift my thoughts. I fix the big dinner every year and share it with my dogs — for whom I’m very grateful. I’m thankful for a week’s worth of delicious leftovers (and no cooking).
And it’s true. Even if we are in that handbasket, we always have something to rejoice in.
So even if you’re reading this after the holiday … what are you thankful for this year? The comments section awaits …
Roaring fire in the pellet stove
Freedomistas kicking ass
Readers (all of ’em, but esp. the ones who share bright ideas and experiences and the ones who’ve made this season brighter by buying my books)
California dried apricots
Terry Pratchett Discworld books
The upstairs cat
A good, honest auto mechanic within walking distance of home
Netflix and great movie makers
Backwoods Home and all connected with it
The great people of Paladin Press and S.W.A.T. magazine
I could go on …