We’ll get to my ramblings soon enough, but first a new comic!
In Memory of Thanksgiving 2021
We’ve all moved on, I know. Thanksgiving came and went like a plate of delicious deviled eggs. Our memories are now stored aside leftovers in cold Tupperware containers toward the back of the refrigerator.
I didn’t do any Black Friday shopping this weekend. In fact, I haven’t purchased a single thing in days. That should be enough to have me exiled among the thoughtless dregs of society and their last minute holiday shopping. I still plan on shopping, it’s just not a priority right now. And we still have plenty of time, right?
Hello? Is this thing on?
I’d love to recap the month if there was more I could remember about it. I had a dentist appointment. There was Veteran’s Day. My Mom also celebrated her birthday. I made a sliver of progress on my year-end writing goals that are quickly piling up.
Through it all, I do hold the meaning of Thanksgiving in regard, including the miraculous journey of the pilgrims to the New World in 1620. I think about what those simple people fleeing tyranny in Britain experienced on one very difficult voyage across the Atlantic.
Upon arriving at Plymouth Rock, they battled a harsh winter in an unfamiliar land. Their survival, of course, was aided by Native Americans, whose shared knowhow led to a bountiful harvest and first celebration of Thanksgiving. At least that’s what my Charlie Brown Thanksgiving pop-up book tells me.
Today, we reap the benefits of the Mayflower Compact, and we’re free to think whatever we want about American history. I tend to not take any of it for granted. The rights of America don’t negate the wrongs, but it’s also important to remember that no society or civilization in history can live up to the increasingly selective standard of modern thinking. It just doesn’t exist.
I’m not prepared to start writing 2022 on my checks to the gas company yet, considering that I’m apparently still living in another century. Hanukkah also begins today, commemorating the lighting of the menorah. So, Happy Hanukkah to all! Steer clear of that animated Adam Sandler movie Eight Crazy Nights, though. I’m still traumatized.
There’s also this new Omicron COVID variant on the horizon, and it’s starting to feel like 2020 all over again. We can’t catch a break. I was just about to emerge from my insulated bed fort after two years of self-quarantine. In that time, I’ve received over two thousand crypto currency spam emails. Leave me be, you jackals!
I’m not thinking about December yet. It’s not even on my radar. All I did was purchase a “holiday tree” and decorate in celebration of nothing in particular. There’s no law against it. Christmas couldn’t be further from my mind. I’m not thinking about watching Home Alone or any of these supposed “classics” at all. My preemptive ban on Paul McCartney’s Wonderful Christmastime hasn’t even went into effect yet.
But I will share an exclusive picture of my new Christma-er, holiday tree for your viewing pleasure. Keeping it simple this year. Cheers!