Note: This was supposed to be posted yesterday… and it was late then. So, there you go.
It’s been awhile! The last several months have been a whirlwind for us, so blogging hasn’t really taken front-seat. I’m regretful of that, and I’m working forward to rectify that neglect.
So, here we are. Americans, Happy Thanksgiving yesterday. Rest of the world? Happy Thursday yesterday.
The first Thanksgiving in America was held as a harvest feast in 1621, and, supposedly, 53 Pilgrims and 90 Native Americans were in attendance. This whole heartwarming event likely ended in small pox and bloodshed in the long-term, but, from a modern standpoint, it’s a day to be happy for what we have.
Squanto, a Native American who had been captured and sold into slavery, before making his way back to the New World, was sent by his tribe to make sure the idiot Pilgrims didn’t get themselves killed in New England’s less-than-hospitable, late winter environment. It was this compassion that began the alliance between the settlers and the Wampanoag people—one of the only positive alliances that came out of the settler’s invasion—and it lasted 50 years.
I’ll bet the settlers were pretty thankful for Squanto and that alliance.
As per tradition, I’d like to discuss what I’m thankful for.
This is my second Thanksgiving with Jared, the love of my life, and it was around this time in 2014 that I met him for the first time. We didn’t start dating until March of 2015, but November set the ball rolling.
My store manager was transferred out of our OfficeMax location and his last day was November 16th, if I recall correctly. Jared came in as a new Operations Manager with the new store manager from Office Depot. We’d merged the previous year with Office Depot, so our whole staff was wary of the new guys. I remember our first Black Friday together, and Jared out-shined everyone with his speed and work ethic. Big dork. I couldn’t help but respect him.
By January, I had a stupid crush on him, and I managed to screw up literally everything I touched whenever he was scheduled. It was a mess. I’ve never had an issue asserting myself with people I’ve liked in the past, but Jared was on a whole different level. I mis-fed the large format laminator. I ruined several bookleting and padding jobs. Print Services Supervisor, and I was like a bull in a China shop.
In March, he asked me out. He was super nervous and it was very cute. We wound up going to St. Augustine for the day the following week. We had lunch together the next day, and it lasted well into the night. We’ve been inseparable ever since. It was easily the most enthralled I’ve ever been with someone.
Our first Thanksgiving together, Jared had to work that night. We ate a meal together, just the two of us, and off he went.
This year, we were surrounded by our roommates and his mother, and it was amazing. I wish my own parents could have been here with us, but distance is a bitch.
This year, I’ve seen friends spend their first Thanksgivings with their significant others, experience a first Thanksgiving as parents, as husband and wife, and in new homes. Some of you have written or published your first novels and I know you’ve all made progress in your art and in your lives.
I’m so thankful for you and proud of all of you. Keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll be even closer to your goals and your dreams at this point next year!
The people in Standing Rock, ND currently protesting an oil pipeline aren’t able to know peace right now. They’re locked into defending their lives and their clean water, air, and community in the face of aggressive riot suppression units, and, if they break to indulge in a feast of exorbitance, they leave the crews in Standing Rock unopposed.
So, I’m thankful to have peace in my life, and I wish the people in Standing Rock peace and victory in their protests. I hope they can emerge successful, uninjured, and that they are able to enjoy time with their families and loved ones without the fear of losing sacred land, health, and the safety of their families.
We worked hard on Thanksgiving this year.
I made turkey with an herb butter rub, and my great grandmother’s potato dressing.
Jared made a sweet potato casserole with marshmallow.
Kevin made vegetables simmered with chicken stock and bacon, several apple pies for us and our neighbors, stuffing, and mashed potatoes/sweet potatoes.
Max made a delicious homemade cranberry sauce.
Jared’s mom, Sandy, made green bean casserole and brought us some tasty King’s Hawaiian dinner rolls.
Together, we enjoyed one hell of a feast, and I’m incredibly thankful we had the means to do that for one another and spend that time together. Not everyone is this lucky.
The first Thanksgiving, according to the History Channel, featured swan, seal, and lobster, as well as deer and a medley of vegetables. We may be a long way off from that menu, but I think we’ve managed alright. =]
Battle on and enjoy a leftover turkey sandwich,
I know we’re a day late here, but what are you thankful for?