Good Morning, Saturday Folk.

It’s just about half way through November and you know what that means. Well, several things, actually. It means that for the most part, the temperatures in my ‘hood have finally stopped melting my candles at 100 degrees or more. Whew! No more air conditioner or fan whirling in my house, and specifically in my bedroom. But now I miss the hum of that. Like, if I go to bed early and someone is watching tv in the living room, which shares a wall with the room I sleep in, the buzz of the unit would drown out the ambient sound. So, it’s back to the ear plugs for me. :)

See? I’m talking turkey here.

Or, as Vermont Senator Bernie Sanders would say “Toykey”. I just love that man. Not only does he have the huevos to speak truth to bullyouknowwhat, he does so in a manner that I find entertaining.

Also, in late November we celebrate Thanksgiving. We know that the original feast was held in the autumn of 1621 by the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag to celebrate the colony’s first successful harvest. On my mother’s side of the family, I am related to John Howland who came here on the Mayflower. Or, maybe it was one of the other two ships. I forget, and I’d have to ask my mom but I don’t want to because we’re going over to her house later today for dinner and then again on Thursday for much eating. Either way, that fact links me to the original feast by Blood. It also links me to atrocities perpetuated against natives here, natives there, and a bunch of other horrible things like pollution, greed, and various and numerous things we humans do to each other.

More talking turkey, there.

Actually, the first Thanksgiving more likely had venison, brought by the natives, and fowl like ducks, acorns and squash. I am not an expert on any of this. I read and report. I read one article that said they might have served lobster, seals and swans. Hello? Can I hear a collective ewwwwwwwwww? Well, lobster’s okay, but did they have butter yet? Maybe yes, maybe no. So, I’ll just order the deerburger, thank you. Go native, folks.

Talking turkey is speaking frankly, getting to the meat of the subject.

Thanksgiving, like so much else, has been commercialized to the point of crazy-making. Do we celebrate what we are thankful for? Do we actually Give? Or, maybe we should call it Consumption Day.

I don’t want to get up on my Preachy Chair this morning, but we all know that there are too many citizens of this planet who are needy, hungry, hurting, hungry, scared, hungry. Is that “nuff said” for this morning? Let’s focus on the Giving part of Thanksgiving, not only next week and during all of the other holidays during the wintertime, but each month, each week, and gosh, even each day.

Photo by Holly Hayes under Creative Commons license.