Captain’s Log 6,102
It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow. For so many, it’s all about the feast. I don’t care one whit about the food. For me, it’s all about evaluating my gratefulness and acting on it. Yes, there will be food, but I am not excited about that. I will be going to a restaurant with my sister and some friends. They will all eat a big Thanksgiving dinner. I will have some sort of breakfast meal. What excites me is spending time with good people. I mostly listen to their stories.
But I might have a piece of pie. Might. I passed up the pie last year and was perfectly fine with that. Maybe it’s an age thing, but I have no huge desire to eat sweets anymore. I will be polite and eat them when offered, but I don’t go out of my way to eat that stuff. I brought back 30 bars of chocolate from the Netherlands, and someone shared one square of a bar with me. And that’s what it will be. I have no intention of eating any of that candy. Most of it has already been given away. I had a root beer float with Big Sister Mia over the weekend, and that counted as lunch. And I won’t have another one for a very long time. Months.
Funny how it changes. Funny how the depth of something comes knocking when you put aside the trappings and fuss and really wonder what it means to be alive.