Thanksgiving Day is reserved for formal acknowledgement of our personal and national blessings. Each year, we gather around the dining room table in pursuit of a Norman Rockwell holiday, toast one another, and offer good wishes for prosperity and happiness. This year, however, many will raise the perennial glass-half-empty, and understandably lament what has been lost. These are tough times; prosperity has been overshadowed by restriction, optimism replaced by worry. It's a rare individual who can express sincere thanksgiving in times of financial turbulence and personal instability. How then, I asked myself, do I write a timely, appropriate Thanksgiving column? I decided to follow my kids' example, and seek assistance on the internet.
Here, courtesy of www.humormatters.com, is Thanksgiving food for thought:
for Which to be
Trains, cars, airplanes, horses and buggies that allow us to travel great distances to share Thanksgiving with our loved ones.
The spouse who complains when dinner is not on time, because she/he is home with me, not with someone else.
The teenager who is complaining about doing dishes, because that means she is at home & not on the streets.
The mess to clean after
a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
The taxes I pay because it means that I'm employed.
The clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat.
My shadow who watches me work because it means I am out in the sunshine.
A lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home.
All the complaining I hear about our government because it means we have freedom of speech.
The space I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking.
My huge heating bill because it means I am warm.
The lady behind me in church who sings off key because it means that I can hear.
The piles of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothes to wear.
Weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been productive.
The alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I'm alive.
Getting too much email bogs me down but at least I know I have friends who are thinking of me.
On that note I invite you to fill your own glass-half-empty with "Thanksgiving food for thought" of your own. Happy Turkey Day, friends.