Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Even if you don’t celebrate it, it’s a good idea to stop for a moment and be grateful for…well, everything. Practically everything that we have in life is, in some way, a gift from others.
My Thanksgiving was a pleasant one; after I spent the morning ripping Christmas mp3’s (a surprisingly easy job once one gets used to the process), my sister and her family came over for the day. So, we had a total of eight places around the table, which made for a festive holiday.
My sister brought over the new DVD of The Happiest Millionaire, which was a wonderful way to spend a few hours. Then, after they left, Mom and I watched the rest of Kiki’s Delivery Service, one of my favorite films of all time. She loved it, thankully. Then again, I can’t imagine anyone disliking it.
Oh, and the apple pie turned out well, according to familial reports. I haven’t had a slice yet, but it does look good.
Meanwhile, I should be careful what I wish for. For months, I’ve been pushing Saalon to write an online diary, and now he’s upstaging me with thoughtful, insightful entries most days of the week. I’ve no idea how I could compete with that.
So, I won’t. If I want to be insightful, I’ll save it for a Points of View review, or a short story. This diary is a record, not high literature.
(You hear that, self? Quit obssessing over this diary, and writing it “properly.” It is proper. Improvable, perhaps, but not worth excessive worrying.)