We had a nice Thanksgiving. It was really Claudia's day -- she did all the cooking; I did what I was told -- so I think she should blog about it.
Thanksgiving is a totally constructed tradition, you know? Before the Civil War, it was about as meaningful as Flag Day. It didn't really get going until the 1920s. The modern version -- family, travel, big turkey dinner -- only came together in the Roosevelt administration.
Of course, constructed doesn't mean bad. Stopping to give thanks once a year is probably a good idea.
Long lists get hokey. I'll keep this brief.
I'm thankful for my little boys, Alan, David and Jacob. I'm thankful that they're healthy. I'm thankful that they're happy with their lives.
I'm thankful for Claudia.
I'm thankful to my mother. I was a difficult kid and a troublesome young adult. She got both of us through it without either of us going nuts. Thanks, Mom.
I'm thankful for my career. Sometimes it's challenging, and sometimes it's actively unpleasant. But we get to live in different and interesting places, and I'm allowed to think I'm making a difference sometimes. I'm glad of that.
I'm thankful that I'm living in this cool century. More!