This weekend is the Thanksgiving weekend in Canada. Canadians have Thanksgiving in October, instead of November like Americans. That’s because we use the metric system. Metric is also why we pay approximately $1.40 /L ($5.29/gallon) for gasoline.
I think “metric” loosely translated is: “You got universal health care and strong beer. What else do you people want?”
This year the kids are going to see their Dad and his family on Sunday. On holiday Monday I will take them with me to have dinner with friends and family (not mine; most of them don’t like me.) My house smells wonderful from all of the cooking I’m doing. I haven’t hosted a party or big meal since 2007 when my ex and I separated and that’s what I miss most. Well, that and having someone to shovel the driveway in the winter.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I will not pillage your land and destroy your cultural and social histories, but rather share with you a few things I am thankful for:
I am thankful for the old man who drives a motorized scooter down my street. He wears 1970’s ski goggles with yellow lenses and his scooter has a flag and a basket. He drives down the wrong side of the street and every time I see him I think about how bad-ass I’m going to be when I’m old.
I am thankful for a person who tells me it’s all going to be okay, even when it probably won’t, and then who keeps saying “Yes it will!” despite how hard I am pinching his nipples to make him admit IT IS NOT GOING TO BE OKAY.
I am thankful for kids like this:
I am thankful for blog posts like these:
From GDRPEmpress She’s one of the nicest people on the internet – nay, the WORLD - and a fellow member of the “People With Beautiful Brown Haired Boys” club:
From SharonDV, whose willingness to try something new and foreign and maybe even scary is pretty cool :
I am thankful I live in a neighbourhood where people don’t complain that I hang my laundry out to dry on a rusty gazebo on a weedy patio.
I am thankful for a friend whose first answer is always “Sure!” and then when things go bad (as they almost always do,) laughs about it with me over bacon and coffee.
I am thankful for an eight year old boy who still curls up in my lap like a kitten.
I am thankful for my student loan debt because it means I live somewhere where I am “permitted” to be an educated woman.
I am thankful for a 13-year-old daughter who…
Hang on. She just slammed the fridge door, charged into the living room and demanded “WHERE IS THE MILK, MOTHER?”
…who is not afraid of confrontation.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.