Nov 23, 2011 18:56
Every Thanksgiving, I walk a few blocks to the Chinese buffet, read Jonathan Winters' musings on turkeys and eat.
This year, I cannot find my copy of Winters' Tales. I have looked on my shelves. I have emptied my closet and looked in all the boxes. This makes me sad.
All I can really remember of the story is "If there's reincarnation, you know what I want to come back as? A blind farmer with a rubber axe."
Oh, by mentioning the buffet, I am not trying to fish for invitations. I prefer the food there to regular Thanksgiving fare- and on Thanksgiving, they have a whole turkey. It's a public space, so family dramas are hidden and there's no yelling. There's no television. So, I don't have to explain that football does not interest me. There's no need to help with serving or dishes or other chores. I do wish my friends could be with me at the buffet, though.
I am thankful for all of you, my poppets. Have a good Thanksgiving,
And comment more often.