My Thanksgiving

In many ways, this was the worst Thanksgiving I can remember.

It started with Thing One getting in trouble in school.  Always awesome.

Then when we got to Nantucket, my parents were sick.  Then we got sick.  Emphatically.

Finally, today our scheduled ferry was cancelled due to high winds.  So we had to take the slower, later ferry, which meant we got home, oh, about six or seven hours later than we wanted to.  So much for getting on top of that grading.

Plus, the ferry was packed.  It was like a preppy Dunkirk.  Instead of khaki and berets it was Barbour jackets and Vineyard Vines.  You could smell the fear, desperation and imported, organically sustainable gourmet coffee in the air.

But you know what?

Who cares.

Thanksgiving is about being thankful.  As I was laying their shivering as my butt turned into Old Faithful, I came up with a Thanksgiving prayer that offered up (even though I was too sick to eat with everyone else).

Minus the preamble and other folderol it went like this:

Because we have known sickness, let us be thankful for health.
Because we have known sorrow, lets us be thankful for laughter.
Because we have known loneliness, let us be thankful for family.
And throughout the year, give us the heart and eyes to know the difference between the things we should be thankful for and the troubles we should ignore.

So Thanksgiving could have been better.

But that doesn't mean I shouldn't be thankful for every minute of it.




Minus the projectile vomiting.