Gving Thanks, Post-Celebration

The thing about holidays is the "post" aspect of it.  As in the aftermath.  Cleaning up and coming down.  Like the song says "back to reality."  In these weird ass times, "reality" is a bitch. 

At least the moment of "holiday" can be, and often is, wonderful.  If you look at the word, it's basically "Holy Day."  A day of holiness.  Not in the religious sense but of being wholistic.  The state of "whole," i.e. you being you.  Notice how much embracing occurs during holidays.  That's you embracing various aspects of you.  Why don't we do it more often?

Doesn't music sound better during holidays? 

The best time to try some foul shit is during holidays.  People are so intoxicated by happiness, food, and alcohol that you could start a war - and they have - but they wouldn't care. Why?  Because most people are focused on themselves and things/people close to them.  Only the diabolical think of this shit (i.e. Nixon, Kissinger, Cheney, Thatcher).  You could raid a village or break into a house and start shooting at sunrise. 

Holidays were very often depressing for me because I was not with family.  Now, it's just a time to watch some football.   Everything else is a bonus.

Members of the wife's family came by and enjoyed what had to be one of the finer moments of cooking we created.  

Then there are my boys, the Oakland Raiders.   They stunk up the television against my mother's favorite team, the Dallas Cowboys.  Goddamn!  My mother became a "saved" Christian a while back.  So she didn't talk too crazy to me.

We missed our annual sojourns this year.  Weird times.  Usually make that drive to see Moms, grandmother, aunts, cousins, and best friends.  Gotta get back right side up.

The mind is not only a terrible thing to waste, it is an awful prison.  The mind is a hard place to break out of when you don't feel like you.  I advocate exercise and a walk in the open air to release yourself if you don't feel like you. 

Why are they fucking with people?  Jobs and shelter.  Fucking with people's self-esteem.  Are they that fucked up in their own head that you have to pass that along?

I am thankful for all the experiences - good, bad, and fucked up.  They make me me. 

I love you muthafuckas!