I hate to be the one to say it, but we all know it’s true: November would be a terrible month if it weren’t for Thanksgiving. Perhaps I’m being a little harsh. Perhaps.
I was going to make you all a nice doodle filled with haphazard renderings of all the things I’m thankful for, but several days of icy cold November
spit rain got me down. Instead, I decided to embrace my negativity and tell it like it is. So here goes.
In New Jersey (where I currently live), November looks like this:
…and I didn’t even include the rain that was making all the gray-ness grayer. Once the leaves on the trees are gone, a person really starts to notice just how many electrical wires there are everywhere. That’s what November’s about: twiggy trees shivering amongst telephone poles and wires, with an occasional gathering of birds huddled up on a power line for warmth. Sometimes I find it aesthetically interesting that there are so many cords a’dangling all throughout the sky. But mostly, things look pretty bleak until we get some snowfall to brighten things up.
BUT THEN…we have Thanksgiving! We glance at the calendar and see it shining like a beacon of calorific glory: November the 28th, 2013. At that moment, we know that somehow, somehow we’ll get through this most dark and dreary of months. And so, we “put our heads down and power through” (to coin one of my husband’s favorite phrases), daily baiting our weary souls with the prospect of future feasting and family. We survive until Thanksgiving, and then we’re home free, riding the buoyancy of the holidays until the New Year starts and we realize “oh yeah, January exists…”
I love Thanksgiving because I love pausing for a day to be warm and comfortable with my family and loved ones. Fine fine, I won’t pretend that I don’t also like the pumpkin pie and stuffing (and the sauerkraut that I insist must be present at every Thanksgiving dinner), but seriously, we all know that these would be meaningless without the flavor of family-togetherness that imbues them.
I know, I know, this is a lot of words. I’ll boil it all down into one happy phrase for anyone wishing there were some Sparknotes:
This year, I’m thankful for Thanksgiving.