Wow--I'm really sad to be missing out on American Thanksgiving (as it's called up here)! The funny thing is, for the first few years I was down in the States, I didn't get it at all. I didn't understand what a big deal it was and why people flew all over the country to celebrate with family. I didn't understand why my students at Wisconsin thought I'd be okay with them missing an entire week of class for a one-day holiday. Sheesh--throw a turkey in the oven and be done with it, I thought. But then I started getting into it and finally realized it truly is the Best Holiday Ever. It's inclusive (i.e. not religious), it doesn't involve anything but eating, and it's for grownups. Sure, Canada has a Thanksgiving, but it pales in comparison. It doesn't have the buzz. It's not the kickoff to the whole holiday season because it happens so early in the fall. It has nothing to do with "Peak" (for my friends in retail). After being immersed in that, it feels strange to be preparing for just another weekday tomorrow, knowing that my American friends are looking forward to the day more properly called the Annual Festival of Unbridled Gluttony.
So if I'm feeling sentimental, I'm sure it feels even stranger for Tom, since he's actually American and stuff and this is the first time in his life he won't be celebrating. Since he's missing out on his national holiday and even has to teach tomorrow, I'm going to roast a whole chicken for dinner and whip up some garlic mashed potatoes so we can get in the spirit a bit. It won't be on par with any of the great meals we shared with the UR folks over the previous five years, but hopefully it will be better than the frozen pizza we're having tonight (Tom teaches late on Wednesday evenings, so I do Henry's dinner-bath-bed gauntlet alone, leaving me with no energy for cooking).
Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving if you're celebrating. I'm jealous!
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