So apparently I haven’t written a
Thanksgiving post since 2015. Maybe I should write more. This would, of course,
require me to watch less. I don’t know how many hours of Amazon Prime TV I’ve
racked up over this week of break, but if I did
know, I would probably be embarrassed...
but still very thankful that that
is even an option. I am a member of the very last generation to remember before
the internet was an assumption. I recall using card catalogues in libraries, when
letters with stamps were still a perfectly normal (and timely) way to contact
someone, and when your personal music collection took up a couple of drawers
and was only organized by the album. Oh, and cell phones were a brand-new
thing.
And now we have—pause and take a brief
look around whatever screen you’re reading this on—all this. I can hit a few
buttons, click a few more buttons, and whoosh: these thoughts are out there for
everyone from my grandmother to the nearest NSA agent to see. The closest my
father could get to this at my age was a letter to the editor. Or maybe a chat room,
but somehow I doubt he was that technically savvy back in 1990. Now he has a
smartphone, along with everyone else—the man who grew up handwriting reports, only
from what was available in the school library. My grandkids will hopefully be
unable to even think in those terms. “Oh, you want to know the mating season of
the Fijian Crested Iguana? No problem.”[1]
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| If Thanksgiving had an essence, it would be turkey, mashed potatoes, and this... |
Does it get better? Sure. But
please God, never let me shovel ingratitude over the blessings of the moment.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. On to Christmas!
[1]
March to April. https://www.australiazoo.com.au/our-animals/reptiles/lizards/fijian-crested-iguana.
Now you know.
