Thoughts on Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving and I am divided.
For all the thirty-some years that Chuck and I spent together, this celebration was all his. This was the time to get together with his family, whether it was family by blood or family by any other means. And to eat and drink and have a wonderful time.
And we did have a wonderful time, which is why I feel so divided.
As a Dane it means very little to me, but as a person who has spent more years away from The Old Country, it means a lot to have this anchor, this once a year to meet old friends and reminisce about the year that passed
only
I seem to have lost connection with that part of my life.
To-night, here in Mismaloya, I shall reheat some rice from yesterday's dinner and fry a couple of sausages and that will be my thanksgiving dinner.
But I am thankful.
truly I am.
I have good health, I have a wonderful family in Washington and I have a wonderful family in Denmark .
Now that is being doubly blessed.
So who cares if you don't get to eat turkey.

Under Cover

Cindy has a photo on her blog of Mother Kathy cooking thanksgiving dinner wearing an apron with the print of what looks like the body of Michelangelo's statue of David, complete with his tiny weeny.
And that apparently upsets Cindy and her sister Kate, who want to cover up the offending part, or scrap the apron entirely.
Why, I wonder.
We are not talking prints of super endowed porno stars, nor in reality any living being. Why would these otherwise so enlightened girls be offended by this, admittedly tiny penis?
Let it all hang out, says I.
And the more so, for once a year to make those of us who are somewhat challenged in the weeny department, feel so superior looking at the equipment of David.
Once a year, is that so much to ask for ?
More to give thanks for.

The Snake On The Counter

So there I was, the tele turned off and the mutts let out for their last pee stop before bed and, miracles of miracles, they all came back so I grabbed the container with the doggie treats and gave them all a biscuit.
And replaced the container on the counter and wondered at the strange irregular shape that I saw there.
It looked like, but no it couldn't be,
it was.....
A SNAKE
right there on the counter, inches away from the container with the doggie biscuits.
I grabbed my meat clever and whacked the snake who then slithered over the edge and fell on the floor, where I had to shoo the dogs away and hack at it again and again before it finally died.
Birds I will help finding their way out when they enter the house. Butterflies as well as big buzzing insects get help to exit. Even the toads are evicted alive, but not the snakes and scorpions.
Those I gleefully kill.
And as I scooped up the offending reptile and threw it out in the jungle to feed some reptile loving animals and cleaned up the bloody mess on the floor, I wondered
how did it get into the house and how did it get up on the counter?
I shall have to keep the lights on at night now and keep my cleaver sharpened.