We had a great Thanksgiving this year with my sister Lucy in Seattle. We played in the park and on Friday we took a ferry to Bainbridge Island to eat baked goods. It was cold, dark and cozy.
I've also heard from a few friends who had shitty Thanksgivings.
I've experienced every possible emotion on Thanksgiving - from peace and contentment and gratitude to sadness and alienation, loneliness and disappointment.
Peanuts TV specials always capture the sweet sadness of the holidays for me. Thursday we watched A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.
The backgrounds were moody and the Vince Guaraldi soundtrack was mellow. Peppermint Patty forced an invitation out of Charlie Brown for her and Marcie and Franklin to come over to his house for Thanksgiving dinner, even though he was having dinner at his grandmother's and his parents were gone. Snoopy comes through and makes a dinner of popcorn and toast with butter and jellybeans, but Peppermint Patty flips out about how bad the meal is, and Charlie Brown feels responsible and gets depressed, so Peppermint Patty apologizes, sort of, through Marcie, and in the end they all get invited over to Charlie Brown's grandmother's house for Thanksgiving dinner. And Snoopy and Woodstock cook their own turkey.
Also on the DVD was a weird Charlie Brown educational cartoon about the first Thanksgiving with the Peanuts gang as Pilgrims, where most of the 102 original pilgrims die during their first winter, and the surviving kids including Lucy and Linus and Snoopy have to do the work, like burying bodies and building a hospital and taking care of feverish adults. Heavy and unsettling.
I think it could've used one of Linus's deep-end soliloqies on thankfulness, right in the midst of the darkness.
Maybe this by E.E. Cummings.
i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any - lifted from the no
of all nothing - human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)