Longtime readers may remember my distaste for this particular holiday. For me, it's the kind of minor family gathering that begs for a buddy. And I've never so much as invited a man to attend the annual feast. Which is OK - it doesn't send me into some deep crisis mode as it once did - but I still feel bitter toward a holiday meant to make us feel grateful for pointing out what I want but don't have. Mom was disappointed, obviously, but not crushed. And I embraced the concept of catching up on some work and napping without guilt.
Still, I think Thanksgiving is a good concept. And though I've nary a turkey in sight, I can still indulge in counting blessings. I have decided - in honor of the unconventional celebration I have going - to include only minor and random bits of goodness.
- Gas fireplaces that flicker and warm without any effort in preparation.
- Colleagues who forgive my faults and apologize for their own.
- Lip gloss that makes me feel prettier.
- Sprout leaving the end of a dead mouse in his food dish for easier disposal.
- Friend applying for a job! (I grew worried and was getting scolded for my 'helpful' inquiries.)
- A soft, big bed with upwards of 10 snuggly pillows.
- Candles scented of laundry detergent.
- Well-meaning comments and friendly discussions.
- A cup of chili with sour cream and cheese for dinner.
- Eating said dinner while watching the SpongeBob movie in an otherwise quiet house.
- Diet Pepsi. It's very good.
- Finding time to polish presentations and complete documentation for projects I adore but others see as low priority.
- White wine. It might be better than Diet Pepsi.
- A family phone call that assures all is well at home. And they're eager for my arrival tomorrow.