We had a mellow Thanksgiving, and the weather cooperated as well. I ate bits and pieces of all my forbidden foods, and enjoyed every bite. It's fun to have various people bring dishes and not be eating all my own concoctions all the time. But I'm tired, because the holiday itself has such huge import that I feel like a hurdle has been jumped. It's the downhill skiing from Thanksgiving to New Year's that is brisk, scary and joyful at the end, when all are gathered and the work is done. A lot of generosity and good will is generated on the way, and I like to focus on that aspect.
Today I have set myself only one task, getting to the store to buy a few things, and I leave the frenzy of black Friday to other hardier souls than me. I don't even have a shopping list yet, so it would be pointless. There are holiday traditions I refuse to participate in, and the shopping mania is one. But I respect those who must do it when they are off work, or so scrunched for time that strategic battle plans must be orchestrated. I wish them well, those Pattons and Eisenhowers of the front line of "Merry Christmas, ho, ho, ho".
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