Musings on Thanksgiving.
Now that the holiday is past and we have completed the first hurdle in the race to insanity that is the holiday season, let’s talk a little about the recently past Thanksgiving holiday.
I’m not big on holidays at all... as a matter of fact I’m trying to come up with a holiday I like and off the top of my head I can’t think of one. There isn’t a single of those days earmarked on the calendar for some special notice or celebration that warms me to the depths of my being.
If anything there are a bunch of days I get a holiday like feeling from that aren’t holidays. I’m talking here about the day pitchers and catchers report to spring training and the first day of the baseball season.
Other than that, holidays can basically... we’ll let’s just not go there.
Anyway, getting back to the orgy of turkey eating:
Thanksgiving kind of snuck up on me this year, fine in one way.
When the day finally did get here though, I found myself trying to recover from a 30 hour work day. Yes, you read that right, I’ve been fortunate to be working lately and Tuesday I was in the office at 9:30 am only to leave at 3:30 the following day. I’m not at liberty to go into detail other than to say the birth was a difficult one but ultimately the proud parents were well satisfied with the result.
By the time Thursday rolled around, I still was trying to recharge and schlepping over somewhere for a dinner wasn’t high on my list of things to do – napping more, yes. Driving somewhere to idle away an afternoon interspersed with gorging oneself with food, not so much.
I’m also getting to the point where I have come to realize it is time to start some new traditions, especially where holidays are concerned. Thanksgiving is a time for family, a time when we come together if only to see how much we have grown apart.
There are people I love dearly in my family, people I really cannot get enough of and then there are others I could distinctly do without.
Highpoint of the day - playing pool and getting a glimpse of some spectacular art hidden away in the most subtle of places.
Lowpoint - Dealing with the same mewling brats.
There are a couple of things that stand out:
When I hear over the course of the dinner that bringing back public hanging would be a good idea and it is voiced in all earnestness, I find myself choking back words of rebuke and marveling at the stupidity of otherwise educated people. The thing is, in a lot of circles I am very much considered quite conservative and so shocking me takes a fairly significant effort, so this is somewhat amazing.
Also, if I only see your kids once or at most twice a year and they blatantly misbehave while you pretend not to notice, it colors my opinion of you as both a parent and a person. Further there is a certain irony in listening to the litany of complaints the selfsame parent has about having to deal with other people’s misbehaving menaces while ignoring the same thing a bit closer to home.
Perhaps, it is more about dealing with such things when I have my one, raw nerve left after a grueling week. Perhaps it is about restraining myself from screaming at your brats myself because you cannot be bothered to control them but ultimately they are not cute, they are not endearing, they are misbehaving little terrors who you indulge at your own peril as they will one day become self indulgent teenagers.
Some people are at these things but they are absent. I have to figure out how to do that maybe if I want to continue to go to them but, it may well be that their time has past. I can’t go anymore without thinking about the people who are absent, the people who I miss greatly and that magic simply cannot be recaptured. So again, it’s a time to make a change I think.
In the meantime, I think about those people who weren’t at the table... Gerry and Ena (because they were the hosts), Tommy, Pop, Bob, Grandma, Mario and Mildred, Tina and Dan, Walter, Jill and Jerry and even Jill A (who had to work). Thanksgiving isn’t quite the same without them and I have to admit what remains has lost a great deal of its luster.