I’ve never made a turkey. This could matter only because mom and I are hosting Thanksgiving.
Even a day later I’ll still be able to say I have never made a turkey.
Nothing is written in stone that Thanksgiving dinner must include a dead bird. OK, that was a little dramatic, but I am a vegetarian after all. And the last time I remember hosting Thanksgiving was years ago in Tahoe. I’m pretty sure mom made the turkey that year. It certainly wasn’t me.
There will be meat served this year, just not turkey. After all, everyone else who will be at the table is of the meat-eating persuasion, including the other hostess. She’ll be taking care of that part of the meal.
Others in the family are contributing in different ways. In other words, it’s a communal meal of sorts with mom and I the conductors.
Shared experiences (ideally good ones) are the foundation of memories. Building memories is in large part what life is about. Even the not so great memories are pieces that enhance the larger picture. In fact, sometimes it is the dark moments of life that can make the good ones seem even better.
Enjoy this Thanksgiving.
As Willie Nelson said, “When I started counting my blessings, my whole life turned around.”