Thanksgiving is such a weird holiday

There's the story about the Pilgrims and Indians sitting down at a peaceful feast. Brings to mind Maize, the Native American word for corn, which our brethren were supposed to have brought to that outdoor dining room table. It more reminds me of corny. Yes, perhaps the earlier settlers broke bread with the natives one day. But it was a precursor to decades of bloodshed. Mostly undocumented due to the horrific nature of what transpired, as European Nations, and the New Colonies, conquered fertile soil. I'm glad they shared a nice meal though.

But I try not to dwell on that. :) I like the idea of giving thanks. Let's take some inventory.

Is there a roof over your head? Does the sun rise? Is there food in the cupboard? Can you scratch your face? Seems simple. Till you lose it.

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The biggest thing to me is having family. And, I would like to give thanks without bragging. Mom and pops did a great job. Together over 50 years, till death did they part. Three brothers and sis. Good Company.

Then there's opportunity. I squandered a lot of it. Wanted to be a teacher, got sidetracked. Wanted to be an art teacher. So, I try to rationalize. Kind of an outlook on life. If you're not teaching, you should be learning. Never stop interacting. And I have real problems with that! Maintaining relationships, being social. Not letting my turtle head go into a shell! :) But I give thanks for the opportunity. I give thanks for Free Will.

Oh, there's lots more. This blog is kind of cheesy. How about you? I give thanks for you. You made it this far. Thank you for your time.

:)

TG