First cancer diagnosis in July of 2012, so this is the sixth Thanksgiving I should not have seen. And I have learned a few things:
- Under no circumstances bring home a Jenny O “freezer to table” turkey breast, no matter how dire the need, and how empty the turkey coolers are in the grocery store.
- It is impossible to cook a Thanksgiving dinner without getting grease on your clothes. Dress accordingly.
- Smart phone cameras are not smart enough to capture the exact moment canned whipped cream is being squirted into the mouth of a greyhound.
- The Detroit Lions always find a way to make their opposition for this holiday game look like world-beaters.
- No matter how much everyone around you at dinner is smiling, there are some – possibly many – who are pretending. There is not enough tryptophan in the meal to overcome their sorrow and emptiness.
- “Do we have to do Christmas again this year?” never goes away, no matter how grateful to be alive I am supposed to be.
There are other things I have learned, specific to this year:
- Although she will be 7 in a few weeks, Sophie can still be conned about fairies and their wings.
- Watching “The Great Wall” for the first time yesterday morning, I am saddened by how the Trump Era has forcibly expanded my definition of racism.
- I continue to forget to look for Punkin’ Chunkin’ on the tube, on Thanksgiving evening. (Did they have it this year?)
- I made a public statement on FaceBook that I would not shop during this long holiday weekend, and am now wondering if my purchase of an audio book last night makes me a hypocrite.
- Left over Jenny O turkey breast makes crummy sandwiches.
Next year……….Detroit-style coney dogs, Vernor’s Ginger Ale, and Sander’s Bumpy Cake.