I usually do a sort of semi-mini-micro-nano “deeper” than usual post for Thanksgiving. After all, our wedding was the day after, back in the day (specifically planned that way to make travel for family easier to effect), 14 years ago, around this time, my Wonder Woman was just a month and a scooch back from the dead (no, really; but not “Zombie Wonder Woman”–no), etc.
But today, I’d like to point out a little thing I am grateful for.
When I was a kid, starting sometime in grade school, everywhere we were for Thanksgiving, the B&W TVs were tuned to the Thanksgiving parades and, when food wasn’t being consumed or music being made, likely a football game or two (except my maternal grandmother’s house; she forbade the thing during such family gatherings; kids? Outside to play. Grownups? I have no idea. I was a kid. Outside. Playing.)
So, lotsa watching parades as a kid (except at Grandmother’s House!). For me, that meant, “blah-blah-blah-blah-blah–HORSES. blah-blah-blah-blah-blah–HORSES. blah-blah-blah-blah-blah–HORSES.” When I got into high school, parades meant something different: “Play-play-play-play-play–HORSESHIT! Play-play-play-play-play–HORSESHIT!”
I am thankful today that we’re going by Grandmother’s House Rules. NO PARADES.
Posted: November 22nd, 2012 under Thanksgiving.
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