It’s cold outside!
Thankful for heated seats and wool hats.
Here in the US we celebrate Thanksgiving on the last Thursday of November. In 1863 Sarah Josepha Hale of Newport, New Hampshire, urged President Abraham Lincoln to set aside a day of thanksgiving and praise.
She selected the last Thursday in November because, as she said, harvests were done, elections were over, and summer travelers were home. She also believed a national thanksgiving holiday would unite Americans in the midst of dramatic social and industrial change and “awaken in Americans’ hearts the love of home and country, of thankfulness to God, and peace between brethren.”
Her words are as relevent today as they were in 1863 during the US Civil War.
In 1941 the US Congress declared the fourth Thursday of November as an official national holiday.
To all my family and American friends: Have a peaceful and enjoyable day of gratitude and thanksgiving.
To the rest of the world: Have a great day!
I go to the market after church almost every Sunday.
Yesterday was no exception.
I usually see the same people each week and it’s not crowded.
Yesterday was the exception. The store was crowded. It wasn’t the pre-Thanksgiving rush to get the turkey or other fixings. Nope.
It was filled with men I usually don’t see shopping on a Sunday morning. Men with eyes glazed over. Men who only go to the market once a year. Men who can’t find anything. Men with carts filled with bottled water, Bloody Mary mix, lunch meat, bread, bags and bags of chips. Men dressed in camo. Hunting camo.
Deer season opened today in West Virginia. And deer season opens in Maryland on Saturday and in Pennsylvania next Monday.
It was quite entertaining watching them run around the store backtracking, laughing, discussing their plans with other camo-clad men.
I come from a family of hunters so it doesn’t bother me at all. Yes, deer are cute but they are also destructive.
Have fun camo-clad hunters and don’t get hurt.
Why would Walter wrestle with William?
Well, William whines woefully.
Walter wishes William would whine without whimpering.
Walter wonders with Wilma, William’s wonderful wife, whether William will whine with Wilma.
Walter wistfully watches Wilma and William waltz with watermelon wine while washing windows.