Let’s ignore for the moment that my last post was more than a year ago. It’s not that I haven’t thought about posting, but somehow nothing seems to spur me to sit down at the computer and actually write down what’s on my mind.
I’m breaking that long stretch of silence to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving and to pass along a little something I stumbled across this morning.
I love Thanksgiving. It’s been my favorite holiday for a very long time. When I lived in Kuwait in the 1980’s, I celebrated with friends in place of family, but it was still the one holiday that could bring my heart right back home.
This year, I’ll be celebrating with family once again, as I have almost every year since I returned to the states. We’re a food and wine loving family. My older brother is hosting this year and he’ll be roasting a 19 lb. turkey he bought at a local farm. My mom will be teaching my niece to make my grandmother’s cheesecake, I’ll be making an apple pie and something for the hors d’oeuvre table, and my younger brother will be bringing the wine. Like families everywhere, we’ll eat too much, we’ll drink too much, we’ll laugh a lot and talk all at once.
For those of you who hold Thanksgiving dear, you may also feel the way I do about Black Friday. I despise it. I can’t remember the last time I ventured out on Black Friday. I’ve quietly stayed home and avoided shopping altogether during the Thanksgiving weekend, but last year was the one that send me over the edge. Last year was the year the big box stores decided that opening at 5am on Friday morning wasn’t early enough. Instead, some stores, like WalMart opened their doors to shoppers on Thursday evening. I felt for the employees who would have to leave their family tables and don their blue smocks. And though I couldn’t imagine who would want to shop on Thanksgiving, I knew crowds would be waiting in the cold for the doors to open.
As we headed home from our Thanksgiving about 11pm, our route happened to take us past a WalMart and I was shocked to see the parking lot completely full with more cars waiting to enter. At that moment, I vowed that every gift I gave that year would be handmade and I plan to do the same this year.
So, when I opened my email from Good this morning I was more than pleased to see The Story of Stuff making a little noise about just this thing that has made me crazy for so many years. Check them out and if you feel the same, pledge to stay home with family and friends this year.
I wish you all a wonderful holiday with those you hold dear.