No turkey

Well, it’s Thanksgiving over here in Canada. 

I have to admit I’m not one for holidays regardless of the time of year. I see it as a day off more than anything else. Although Christmas might be a little different. But not by much.

Growing up, the most obvious thing about Thanksgiving was the fact my family got to eat turkey and pumpkin pie. We might have had it for Christmas too, but we leaned towards roast chicken or roast duck for that occasion.

One time we had goose. That was interesting. Not really a fan of goose.

I’ve only roasted turkey a handful of times. I’m really not a big fan of cooking turkey in the oven. Stinks up the kitchen, stinks up the house. I’m funny that way but I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in that sentiment. 

Most of my adult life, I had been responsible for Thanksgiving and/or Christmas dinner. In the last few years, I’ve been abdicating that responsibility. Just too much work. As long as the family gets together over some sort of meal over the long weekend, it’s fine.

I never really bought into the Norman Rockwell concept of celebrating holidays. Outside of my realm of true comprehension. I think it’s the idea of the perfect family gathering is what I can’t wrap my brain around.

Or maybe family gatherings at specified times of the year has me feeling itchy about the whole thing. Forced confinement makes me itchy even though it’s temporary. Sometimes it doesn’t matter who I’m with. It’s forced confinement. I don’t mean to insult anyone when I say that.

I might be too much of an introvert. But then I do have to ask why we have designated holidays in order to get together. People can get together whenever they feel like it. There are more special reasons to get together that have nothing to do with what’s designated in a calendar. Weddings. Birthdays. Engagements. Graduations. Etc.

Although, I kinda suck at those things too. I might be too low key for my own good. Again, I’m fine with it. 

Anyway, however you spend Thanksgiving, hopefully it will be a good one. I’m just looking forward to not having to cook a turkey or a big meal. 

In need of bewitching

Today is Thanksgiving here in the Great White North, aka Canada. Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks!

All I can say is I’m thankful for being a Canadian after listening to the second American presidential debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump last night. Gong show. That’s all I’m going to say.

What am I doing today for Thanksgiving? The usual. Dinner with family. I’m making two dishes and the other family members are taking care of the rest. Does that make it potluck? I don’t know. I’ll be making marinated pork back ribs (sorry, no turkey) and a yam and apple casserole done in the slow cooker. Mmm, mmm, good.

After listening to the presidential debate, I had to clear my brain. I would have loved to have watched some Game of Thrones to clear the ole noggin. But considering I don’t subscribe to HBO (something I may have to consider eventually), the next best thing I could do was listen to the Season 6 soundtrack from the show. Nothing like re-arranging my brain synapses back to where they were after trying to process surrealism.

Ramin Djawadi’s work as a composer is brilliant. If I could be in the same room with him and watch his process, it would be absolutely eye-opening for me. I would revel in it and pick his brain.

Watching creative people do their thing is intoxicating. Engaging with creative people is intoxicating. Creativity is intoxicating, beguiling and bewitching. Quite frankly, it is a huge turn-on for me, and I’m not necessarily referring to it in a sexual way. When you’re inspired, you want to aspire to be more than what you are. When you get to engage with someone who inspires you, there is no need artificial stimulants. The whole thing is a beautiful high. I can probably count the number of times I’ve had the good fortune of experiencing that pleasure on one hand. However, I can’t recall anything off the top of my head. That doesn’t bode well. But I remember the emotions and energy associated with that creative engagement. That means I’m way overdue for some creative intoxication.

Anyway, I better get going and start cooking part of that Thanksgiving dinner for this evening.

Giving thanks

It’s Thanksgiving today in Canada.

Aside from stuffing ourselves full of turkey, sweet potatoes, corn bread and anything made with pumpkin, it’s a time where everyone expresses thanks for what they have in their lives.

I’m not alone when I say I’m guilty of associating Thanksgiving with food more than setting aside a moment or two to give thanks for what and who I have in my life. So, right now, I will set aside thoughts of food to give thanks.

I am thankful for a family who unconditionally loves me. I am thankful for friends who pepper my life with their lovable eccentricities and allow me to return the favour. I am thankful for the opportunities and chances I’ve taken regardless of their outcomes.

I could write a longer list of things I’m thankful for but I won’t. Keeping it short and sweet.

Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian peeps. Forget the slim-fit jeans, pull on the sweatpants and oversized sweater and have a great time with family and friends today.