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732. Forever thankful


Olwyn resolved to be nice as pie. He is from Canada, and today is Canadian Thanksgiving.

What he would do to celebrate would simply be thankful to everyone. “Thank you” he would say to every deed, even unkindly deeds. Thank you to the lady at the service station. Thank you at the checkout at the supermarket. Thank you! Thank you!

He would do his thank yous quietly of course. No fuss but humbly. What a lovely way to celebrate! Too often he was harsh and rude and embittered and grouchy. Today things would change. It was going to be a blessed day.

Thank you to the person who gentle maneuvered their supermarket trolley to make room for him in the aisle. Yes! They answered thank you as well. How glorious to be nice. He had almost forgotten the joy of kindness. Thank you! Thank you! O happy day! O day of thanksgiving!

Here comes another person wheeling their grocery trolley up the aisle now.

“Watch where you’re going, you dummy,” she said.

“You talking to me?” said Olwyn. “If you weren’t so fucking fat there’d be room for a couple of elephants in the aisle. Bitch!”

People are all the same. Everywhere. All over the world.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian friends!

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Music 53: Start thawing the turkey


It’s a day or two early, I know, but Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian friends! I guess it’s almost time, if you do such a thing, to start thawing the turkey!

I always think how sad it is at such times, for those who can’t make it home. Sad for those away, and sad for those at home.

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413. Baloney and Ice Cream


And they used to be so happy. Brett (husband and father) was always the epitome of fun and graciousness. Jane (wife and mother) was always the model of joy and generosity. The three children (Ross, Charlotte, and Pearl) were good children. And happy.

Today, Brett wouldn’t have anything to do with Ross, who had come out of the closet.

Jane had a disagreement with Charlotte’s husband and they never make an appearance these days. In fact, she had never laid eyes on her two grandchildren.

Brett didn’t agree with Pearl living with her boyfriend. And besides he was a drug addict, said Brett.

Jane and Brett argued, because they both in their own way had split the family.

Jane wasn’t cooking a turkey for Thanksgiving. In fact, they weren’t celebrating Thanksgiving at all. What was there to be thankful for? And there was only the two of them.

Quite frankly (dear Readers) it was a damn mess. But this is a story, and it is Thanksgiving after all.

So… (and why not?)

Charlotte packed her husband and two kids in the car and drove to her parents’ place.

Ross took his man-partner and drove to his parents’ place.

Pearl took her partner and drove to her parents’ place.

They all took risks. They all arrived at the same time. There were tears all over the show. Absolutely sodden wet and bawling, blah, blah, blah.

There was no turkey and no pumpkin pie. They had baloney, mashed potato and ketchup. Followed by ice cream and a few left-over strawberries. Word has it that it was the best Thanksgiving meal in the whole of the United States.

Happy Thanksgiving! all you American folk out there.

368. Be thankful for small mercies


Old Mrs Brown down the road always said we should be thankful for small mercies.

She used to say at work – we worked knitting machines making gloves and stuff – this was years ago – she used to say that if she ever won the lottery she’d buy a milk shake for everyone. There were eleven of us. We reckoned that if she won the lottery, eleven milkshakes would be peanuts.

Well, she did win the lottery. We couldn’t shut her up. She said she’d continue to work. That lasted a day. We reminded her of the milkshakes. She bought them.

She bought one strawberry milkshake for herself, and a single lime milkshake to be shared between us eleven.

“You promised us a milkshake if you won the lottery,” we chorused.

“And you got it,” she said. “Be thankful for small mercies.”

(Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian friends!)

49. Mother-in-law’s Thanksgiving


It was Belinda and Stuart’s first Thanksgiving as a married couple. There were already two children and a third on the way. Belinda wanted to host the family Thanksgiving. “It’s our turn,” she said.

She was a very competent cook, and planned a simple, homely Thanksgiving Dinner. Present were to be Belinda and Stuart, the two children, Stuart’s mother and father, and Belinda’s sister and her partner.

Nibbles and Drinks
Water Chestnuts Wrapped in Bacon
Roast Turkey
Cranberry Sauce
Garlic Mashed Potatoes
Green Beans
Glazed Carrots
Pumpkin Pie
Whipped Cream
Ice Cream

The family arrived just as Belinda was putting the turkey in the oven.

“No! No! No! No! No!” said Belinda’s mother-in-law. “Not like that! Like this!” She took the turkey out of the oven and rearranged things, stuffing and all. “Let me do it.” Belinda stood there in semi-amazement. She began to prepare the potatoes.

“No! No! No! No! No!” said Belinda’s mother-in-law. “Not like that! Not everyone likes garlic in their potatoes. Let me do it.”

On and on it went. Belinda wasn’t allowed to even baste the turkey. Thank goodness she had made the pumpkin pie a day earlier.

The meal began. The turkey was dry. The stuffing was horrible. The mashed potatoes were sloppy. The beans were overcooked. The carrots were raw. The cranberry sauce was tart and inedible. “Don’t worry, Stuart darling,” said Belinda’s mother-in-law. “She’ll get better at it as the years go by.”

Out came the Pumpkin Pie. It was delicious.

“Of course it is,” said Belinda’s mother-in-law. “She’s got a modern oven that does everything for you. At least that’s one thing, Stuart darling, you can be thankful for.”