Yesterday was Thanksgiving Day, as I am quite certain anyone who may be reading this knows. Of course, we were all tritely thinking about and remembering to be grateful for all of the nice things that we have, people that we know, animals that we love, books that we’ve read, etc., etc., etc. We all ate some sort of feast with some number of loved ones, cleaned vigorously, washed mountains of dishes, and went to bed with stomachaches. What on earth is the appeal of holidays? They seem sort of stretched thin to me, like Bilbo Baggins after possessing the One Ring for half a century.
Anyway, that is my very cynical opinion. I’m a little tired right now, and so naturally even more boring and crusty than usual… I actually had a great deal of fun yesterday. I suppose, since this is a Thanksgiving-ish post that I should write out a list of the things that I am thankful for (good grief, I wonder how many times I can use “I” in a paragraph?????”)…
Here goes: I am thankful for pork jerky, because it is yummy; Trio bars, because they are nourishing; coffee, because it is a very plausible replacer of sleep, which is overrated; Fiend, the kitten, because she is the cutest, funniest thing breathing; books, because they are the essence of my existence; all animals, because they make life nicer in every way; snow and ice, because they caused the cancellation of school so that I didn’t have to finish the two essays and the math test that were due this week; Bebo, because he keeps me laughing, even when he doesn’t intend to (which really irritates him at times…J); Joe, because he is obsessed with Henry Vincent; and, of course, God, because He is God.
There. That is the Trite Thanksgiving Post of the Three Desperadoes.
--Hugo
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