I look forward to Thanksgiving. I like the holiday. I am a New Englander, so my positive attitude makes sense, for as long as it lasts. Family, friends and food. Who would have trouble with those? Two of our children are heading home. Seattle is a bit far for a turkey dinner. A wonderful energy will return to our usually empty house.
As always, ill health is the unseen guest at the table. Actually, my physical flaws are seen, even obvious. But nobody seems to notice anymore. The limp and slurring, clumsiness and fatigue are just part of the landscape. And then there is the matter of giving thanks.
To each his/her own, I say. I am pleased I am still on my feet, that I have a life outside the house. I am in the homestretch on the book. The ax falls early next year. Most of all, I an grateful I can laugh and love and do not take myjourney too seriously. May you live in interesting times is either Chinese best wishes or a curse. I will leave that in the eye of the beholder.
Lastly, there is you. I am a lucky guy to have all of you, or whomever is left after I jumped off my moving train. I will be back by March. Until then, happy holidays.