I've always hated Thanksgiving; felt like it was a celebration of woman's slavery. Rising at an ungodly hour to stick my hands inside a dead fowl; Filling the goopy cavity of that same fowl with a bread concoction that has no recipe; Preparing potatoes, vegetables, relishes and pies while visions of football games dance in the dreams of sleeping family members.
By the time dawn has broken, the dead thing is in the oven, pies are waiting on the sideboard, veggies are awaiting their demise on the stove and I'm exhausted.
By Noon numerous family members have arrived, the living room sounds like a professional sporting event, glasses are clinking and I'm chained to the stove - locked in the kitchen jail, preparing for the onslaught of "The Hungry Family." Oh yeah, did I mention that tablecloths and napkins had to be ironed and a table for the multitudes also needed to be staged and set as a wondrous background for the dead thing centerpiece?
Once everyone's hunger has been satiated the punishment continues as the now destroyed table masterpiece is disassembled, mountains of pots, pans, plates and cutlery are moved to the kitchen counters, the family moves back to the TV and I move to my place at the sink---where monotonous hours await me washing, drying and putting away the debris from invasion. Did I say I hate Thanksgiving?
This year this is no family invasion, my parents are now both gone and the children are off to celebrate with their significant others. It is just George and me.
We are having a small chicken, some veggies and taters and sharing a small pumpkin pie. The food must all be ground so he can swallow it but neither of us mind this change today.
We hold hands at the kitchen table (this year totally devoid of any staging) and quietly thank God that we are able to have this meal together. There is no football, no alcohol, and no pressure. There is just the two of us...together....appreciating and loving the the fact that we are here, sharing the pain and joy of life and growing closer every day. Did I say I Love Thanksgiving?