Happy Thanksgiving
My view of Thanksgiving was skewed by my Father’s attitude. Having grown up on a poultry farm, he viewed the holiday as the culmination of weeks of work “processing” dozens of turkeys to be frozen and readying a few dozen more for fresh delivery. We generally ate ham when he was alive.
Having been on my Grandfather’s farm at this time of year I can understand my Dad’s attitude: our meal was subject to interruption by people picking up a fresh turkey at the last minute. A sale is a sale when you are business for yourself.
Tomorrow I will be at my Mother’s for a turkey, which I’m picking up from a local supermarket already cooked. My older brother and his wife are here, so it will be busier than normal.
Enjoy your meal and try to forget about the world’s problems for a day: they’ll still be there on Friday.
[Tropical Storm Δ Delta is too far away to worry about.]
