Well here we are, the last Friday of November, almost into the final month of the year. It’s gloomy again today, and pretty cold.
But lights have gone up around the city, like magic, on Thanksgiving night.
Yesterday, Thanksgiving was easy, no tension, no strain. My dad and I went out to eat, and the place was lively, all the staff seemed to have chosen to be there, no one looked forced or glum.
Plenty of people were on their own; right next to us was a pair I assumed were mother and daughter, and we chatted, on and off. The food was so much better than anything I would have made, and not a single dish to wash.
We took the pie home, totally stuffed, and after my dad and I continued our tradition of watching a few episodes of Bob’s Burgers. It’s been emotionally a very many extremely tough years and this was such a contrast to that.
So whatever your day may have been like, whatever there is to come or to get behind you, whatever we have to fear as a nation going into the void ahead, it is possible, truly possible, to find minutes or hours or even days where things feel OK.
And if they don’t feel OK, that’s OK too. You are definitely not alone in that.
Today, if I’m being honest, I’m a little bit melancholy, though I couldn’t put my finger on why. It could be the cold and the heavy sky. And it could be that sometimes there’s a sadness to adjusting to things.
Sometimes there’s a sadness even when things cannot be changed. It’s not as heavy or as flat as the sky right now, so perhaps that should be counted as a win.
If you are in the midst of a lovely long weekend, I hope it only gets lovelier as it goes along, and if not, I wish you a fruitful Friday and a restful weekend.
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