Thanksgiving

A few selected quotations on the day and subject:

‘Twas founded be th’ Puritans to give thanks f’r bein’ presarved fr’m th’ Indyans, an’ … we keep it to give thanks we are presarved fr’m th’ Puritans.
— Finley Peter Dunne (1867-1936) – Mr. Dooley’s Opinions, “Thanksgiving” (1900)

ANYA: To commemorate a past event, you kill and eat an animal. It’s a ritual sacrifice. With pie.
— Jane Espenson, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, “Pangs” (19 Oct 1999)

All jocularity aside, I am thankful this day for all that I have.  A lot of that is material, a bounty beyond anything the Pilgrims could have dreamt of, but more important are the people in my life. 

I’m thankful for my friends, too many of whom I don’t get to see nearly often enough.  Good times, bad times, soap operatic times, they are all good people to know.

I’m thankful for my family back in California — my parents, Nona, my brother and his clan.  It is always a pleasure to be with them, and I’m grateful to share the bonds of relation.

I’m thankful for Margie’s family, too.  Stereotypes about in-laws are, mercifully, just fodder for jokes, not any sort of description of what they’re like.

I’m thankful, of course, for my daughter, the greatest kid in the whole world, the light of my life.

And, of course, I’m thankful for Margie, who makes it all worthwhile — and who makes a pretty spiffy Thanksgiving dinner, too.  Yum!  Yes, I give many, many thanks for her.

Happy Thanksgiving, all!