Thanksgiving

 

November 24, 2022

Thanksgiving morning: pale and wintery, though not very cold. Turned the Macy’s Parade on just as Mariah Carey, looking like overstuffed scarlet sausage, was singing her exhausting Christmas song. Songs of the Pilgrims of Compostello on Pandora. Put heaping mounds of seed out for the Thanksgiving of the birds. For what am I thankful? When I asked that question, the first thing my mind spat out, “I am grateful that for three years I have not been miserable, when I mostly was the forty years before.”