View from the end of our street, February 22nd, 2019

Friday, December 1, 2017

Thanksgiving, Belated.

          Last week I offered an essay about Thanksgiving as a holiday celebrated in several countries, but ignored by many more.  Or maybe not.  As a formal holiday sanctioned by national governments, Thanksgiving tends to get short shrift, but as a celebration of a bountiful harvest, I'm sure it's been observed and participated in by people close to and dependent on the land since the dawn of time.  Here at Chez Ty, it is a day we set aside to acknowledge that, despite any little squabbles we may have had during the previous year, we still unconditionally love each other, and none of us is facing the world alone.
          I mentioned in last week's post that we would be celebrating a week late.  Our son and daughter both work in big-box retail stores, and yesterday was the first day they've had off together since before last week, so this was the evening it happened.  Father Time has not been kind to wifey's knees and hips, and she just can't put in the full day in the kitchen that the traditional feast calls for.  Not a huge problem though, as daughter has declared Thanksgiving her favorite holiday, and was willing to do it all, although she didn't have to, as her mom dragged an elevated chair over there and produced a couple of dishes.  In the end, we had our son and daughter, and four grandchildren over, plus a cherished family friend who we consider one of us, no matter what her last name is, and a bountiful feast was enjoyed by all.

          The dishes for the meal took up our whole little dining table, which wouldn't have been usable with nine of us here anyway, so we ate on couches, in recliners, and on chairs, and we are all refreshed and recharged, and ready to face another year knowing where the love is, and where to find support if we need it.  And then, with the food demolished and the platters in the sink, dessert was presented.

          I was down for chocolate cream pie (I don't why they do anything else), deciding that if it killed me, well, try to name a better way to go!  Unbelievably, my blood sugar was down a good ten points this morning; I can only guess that my body saw that coming in, and put the whole crew on overtime.  I have a weigh-in Sunday morning, and I'm guessing that's where I'll find those missing ten numbers!  Not a problem.  I've started over a thousand times; once more isn't going to matter one way or the other!
          So, yeah, we ate enough food to sustain us for a week.  Yeah, we'll all have to start keeping a critical eye on the scale again.  So what?  We're all reaffirmed, our love is once more formally renewed, and who's going to let a scale interfere with that?  Not us!
          We hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving, however you celebrated, whatever the date, and wish you a fun month of shopping for just the right gift for those special people in your lives.  The next thing we celebrate here is Christmas (well, after two birthdays...).  As my regular readers will be aware, I am not a Christian, but I join my Christian friends and family in this wonderful celebration of love and giving because I don't want to throw a wet blanket on their enjoyment, and Christian or not, what's wrong with celebrating love and fellowship?
          At the same time, I recognize that between November and January, seven of the world's major religions celebrate twenty-nine of their biggest holidays.  I don't believe that mine are the only ones that count, so I'll close by wishing you Happy Holidays from The Tyler Gang to Your Gang, wherever you may be and whatever you may celebrate.  Play nice, watch out for one another, and look for the beauty in all things; it's nearly always there, and it will certainly make your day go nicer!



  1. Thank you, Steven. Always a pleasure to see you here. Don't be a stranger!

  2. Sounds like you had a most excellent gathering, my friend. Love to all of you, and my very best wishes to you in the upcoming celebrations at your place...sounds like December is a busy time for you guys.
    It'll be quiet here. We currently have some Kiwi family visiting, but then it'll be back down to the two of us and the cats and a quiet time all round. We're both very tired, truth be told, so low key is definitely the way we'll be travelling!

  3. Hey, Kaz, good to see you! Actually, "birthday season" begins with mine in October, and runs through my daughter's in March, which is one big reason I never participate in NaNoWriMo. We have two teenage girls to celebrate in December, and I left out the fact that our anniversary is Christmas Eve, as is Bonnie's birthday, though we usually move that to her heart attack date (her rebirthday) to prevent the cheap bastards from giving her a Christmas-birthday gift. Enjoy your quiet time; we get ours April-September!

    Luvya! Jack

  4. Sounds like your family time was exactly as it should be. As a Christian, I love all that Christmas means to me, obviously, but there's something about Thanksgiving that makes it one of my favorite holidays. Everyone gets together to simply share a meal, laugh, and loosen our belts. There are no gifts to buy, no commercial trappings (and if the retailers are to be believed, the holidays skip from Halloween directly to Christmas excess) . . . just fun and quality time.

    Your birthday season is directly opposite my family's! Ours starts in July and runs through October. I'm the lone partier in February, but everyone else is July-August-September-October.

  5. Welcome back, Lynda, and it's good to see you thriving. Yes, Thanksgiving is a great time for close families, and some of those conversations lead to some incredible Christmas memories. A few years back, we all talked about Christmases past, and I waxed lyrical concerning an early electronic game I had as a pre-teen, a pre-computerized underwater version of Battleship called Sonar Sub Hunt. My daughter then went out and found a working, mint-condition game which became certainly one of my top five Christmas gifts ever. Incredible, that girl!

    Sounds like you get a break between your birthdays and the formal holiday seasons. We just take ours on a dead run. It can leave us exhausted, but we get six months to recover! Take care of yourself, and enjoy Christmas; I know we sure will!

    ~ Jack