Dude, could I date myself any more than giving this post the title of a Bob Hope song that I remember from watching his TV specials? Maybe I could claim that I only remember it from when we played it for BoHo when he and DoHo would make their annual trip to the Palm Springs Follies, but I fear that starting Thanksgiving off with a lie is bad karma, and I’ll end up choking on the wishbone from my Tofurkey and end up in the hospital.
While we’re talking about Tofurkey, is anyone else with me on the name of this product? The first time we were walking through Whole Foods and Mom quickly turned to me and Mama and asked if we liked Tofurkey, I thought that our conversation might have just taken a unexpectedly intimate turn. In my defense, we were living in Colorado at the time, where tofu, much less Tofurkey, was about as common as Volkswagens on the moon.
Still, once I figured out what Mom was talking about–although not until after she’d asked if Mama and I wanted to try Tofurkey right there in the store…uh, what now?–I still thought the name was a bad idea. Imagine being a little drunk-lecsic at the Thanksgiving table and asking someone to pass the…what the !$#@ what that stuff called again?…and imagine what words might come out of your mouth.
Oh well, I suppose it’s not as bad as a chicken fricassee spoonerism.
So, other than not having Tofurkey on the table to embarrass myself with, what am I thankful for this year? Most of all, I’m thankful for family. Yes, it’s a bit of a hackneyed sentiment, but I’m thankful for family this year in ways that I don’t think I could have been in years past. A lot of that has to do with two events, one bad, one good. The bad one was Mom’s death, which brought the renewed recognition that our time here is limited. The good one was 3B’s birth, which renews my faith in the future and my fellow travelers daily.
As for 3B, I’m not sure what he’s thankful for, although I’ll take some guesses, based on recent activities…
3B might well be thankful that his Papa survived long enough to be his Papa, despite riding in this car seat. And let’s not even get started on riding in the back of the VW bus in the portacrib, which his Papa also did.
I suspect that 3B is also thankful for all of the fun toys at Grandmother’s house. Even if she isn’t hear to watch him take delight in them, he must know that she saved them for him and her other grandchildren to enjoy.
In addition to family, I’m also thankful for all of my virtual friends who share their laughter, their families, and their support with me through the innernets. This includes Black Belt Mama, despite her
burdening tagging me with a meme. This installment of the meme is supposed to be something about books, but since I haven’t read any books longer than Go, Dog! Go! recently, I’m going with…
- Anthromama, for her calm, steady, reasonable, non-confrontational voice.
- Back to Me, for reading and supporting me for no particular reason at all–nothing like a little validation from afar.
- BBM, even if she did stomp me flat in Fantasy Football (although I suspect she rigged my lineup to do that), and
saddletag me with this meme.
- Hygiene Chronicles–Steve and Larry are the best uncles 3B could ever hope for, outside of family. Each time they’ve seen him, they’ve showered him with fun gifts–they’ve got this uncle thing down flat.
- Life is Just So Daily, for all the laughs (and a few good cries).
- MetroDad, for all the laughs (and the insomnia empathy).
- Vampdaddy, for showing me that it’s OK to open up and show the mess and the hurt and the love and the perfection of parenting.
- Zygote Daddy. A NoCal expat with a big beautiful baby boy and a dear wife who’s as smart as a whip…what’s not to love?