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November 26, 2017 / philosophermouseofthehedge

A little light

Small glimmer of morning light. (Image: all rights reserved, copyrighted, no permissions granted)

Small glimmer. (Image ©)

The light finally came on.

Never understood it before this year: the dread of Thanksgiving dinners.

Growing up we only managed to gather twice a year: July 4th and Thanksgiving as family was spread all over and everyone was off busily, independently, gathering tales to share during the next meet up.

No bitter conflicts or ugliness.

Unless you count the small red sand dunes scuffled in by kids’ feet after trips to check out which horses were available, whether it was true the new bull would chase you, if the persimmons were ripe, or how much the natural spring was bubbling in the ankle-deep leaves of the gully. ..Yes, it is a wonder we were never snake bit – but it was usually cold and Mr. No-shoulders was sluggish.

Landscape. Pine Gully at edge of Galveston Bay (Image ©: all rights reserved, no permissions granted, copyrighted)

Shadows of past fun: faded, but firm. (Image ©)

The congeniality wasn’t due to some hive mind collectiveness. The group had a huge spread of thoughts.

There was the uncle who was quite firm about predestination and religions: if you weren’t the lucky duck, nothing you could do would get you into Heaven.

Equally interesting and up for debate was that his church had calculated out to the square inch how big Heaven was and mathematically determined just how many people would be fit in ands be “saved”.

While far to polite to say, all I could think was spending eternity jammed elbow to elbow didn’t seem something to die for.

Then there was the card-carrying Communist, the still-in-the-closet gay cousin who really wasn’t in the closet since everyone knew for a long time and it made no difference, the university professor, and the retired tinkerer/shade tree mechanic who owned a second-hand store, a couple of rent houses, and made more money with those than he did at his real job, the rancher who chased cattle rustlers, and all the women with careers including one who taught Home Economics and made the best desserts….

Quite cast of characters which made Thanksgiving something to look forward to.

Maybe it was the rural setting or the non processed foods, who knows.

Maybe I was operating in the dark before, but this year…Well, I felt like that trapped animal willing to gnaw off his own leg to escape.

Got stuck inside this Thanksgiving with a city kid’s in-laws who are the human equivalent to fish clumps.

A clan moving and thinking a one 24-7.  Continually connected by gossiping texts if there’s no clear sight line or if out of ear shot.

Totally uniform in mind, body, and deed. So tightly entwined, it appears individuals are too dulled or too afraid of reprisals or retribution to strike out on their own or have an independent thought.

Could be an entire different species or evolutionary adaptation.

Farm landscape with old homestead buildings. ( © Image: all rights reserved, copyrighted, NO permissions granted)

Now this is more like it. Make reservations now. (Image: ©)

Send up the Batman signal. 

Cheesy grits are not what I want on my Thanksgiving dinner plate.

You call that a vegetable? Green beans should be fresh and gently prepared with maybe lemon pepper or slivered almonds – not gasping in heavy, heart stopping casseroles. Even my mom lightened up and stopped making those table scorching, casserole bricks back in the ’80’s.

Salad? Hasn’t anyone ever hear of something called a salad? Geesh.

What? Now we all have to sit in an overheated, overstuffed room with blaring TV and chat until after dark? Isn’t there a dog I can walk?

De light is out there. Characters welcomed.

Just avoid Mr. No-shoulders and fishy clumps.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

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20 Comments

  1. Kate Crimmins / Nov 26 2017 1:21 pm

    Maybe it won’t go down as your favorite Thanksgiving!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Nov 26 2017 7:44 pm

      HA! A lighthearted positive suggestion! It could be a script for TV movie…seems to be a popular theme for them? Thanks for adding to the lite comments

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  2. mohawkvalleygirl / Nov 26 2017 2:12 pm

    I love, “Isn’t there a dog I can walk?” My favorite part of family holidays is often taking a walk. I hope your next holiday includes fresh air and food.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Nov 26 2017 7:46 pm

      It’s hardly Thanksgiving if there’s not a dog to walk – HA HA.Thanks for lighting up the comment basket

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      • mohawkvalleygirl / Nov 27 2017 3:36 pm

        I like that, “It’s hardly Thanksgiving if there’s not a dog to walk.” My sister supplied that need for us with her rather badly behaved Vizsla, Darwin. Good exercise walking him!

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  3. LordBeariOfBow / Nov 26 2017 4:50 pm

    Makes me thankful that we don’t have a Thanksgiving day to worry about, I suppose we’re lucky that our first settlers were convicts 👿

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Nov 26 2017 7:54 pm

      It was just so weird – ours have always been so much fun. Thought all the holiday anxiety and drama was only on TV shows. Most of the early TX settlers were mavericks and risk takers. That whole family is fairly recent arrivals from another state- one where family clans sticking smotheringly close together is pretty much the norm. (Shiver).
      Luckily the weather was sunny and mild (80’s F.) and there’s a giant oak tree out back…and 2 German Shepherds willing to share their space out there. (But they did get rather pushy about requesting some left overs as rent)
      Thanks for adding a comment to this table

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      • LordBeariOfBow / Nov 26 2017 10:14 pm

        80°F 27°C is very pleasant, gets below 70°F 21°C starting to get a bit chilly for me. I like the warmth, a couple of German Shepherds would want a decent size whack of left overs methinks something in the order of half a sheep perhaps 😀 🐻

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  4. Curt Mekemson / Nov 26 2017 6:00 pm

    I liked Thanksgiving dinner. Still do. As a youngster I would eat fast, wanting to stuff myself before my stomach realized it was stuffed. But families can get weird. Tensions can run high. A second and third glass of wine may be called for. I prefer my dinners peaceful. –Curt

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Nov 26 2017 8:05 pm

      I love Thanksgiving…but not with cheesy grits and ham. Next time we’ll go with the original plan – cooking at our place. And there will be salad, and veggies (that should keep most of them away). I’ve always heard about unpleasant family holiday dinners, but thought it was overblown for TV movies. Geesch. Wine pretty normal, but it’s hard to hold a conversation with someone slurring words and unable to hold a coherent thought at 10 am.long before noon meal.
      Dogs. Dogs are always grateful and great conversationalists. (and they aren’t 9 yr old children sprawled out under the table with adults totally accepting of that. Weird is right.) Yep. Pups on the patio are much more peaceful. Thanks for toasting Thanksgiving

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      • Curt Mekemson / Nov 30 2017 12:18 pm

        Laughing, Phil, as I often do about you musings. I’ve been to a few family gatherings where I almost understood the value of being well lubed by 10 am!
        I can’t imagine our parents allowing us to crawl under the dinner table. (Am I an old fart?) It seems more common now. But a 9-year old is definitely pushing the envelope.
        –Curt

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  5. shoreacres / Nov 26 2017 6:23 pm

    My Thanksgiving was a little strange, but now I’m giving thanks it wasn’t yours. At least there was time and space for a little fresh air — glad you came up for some.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Nov 26 2017 8:09 pm

      I’d write a script but there’s probably a thousand on the same theme already. At least the weather was wonderful and the dogs were willing to share space under the oak tree. (nobody missed me, I’m sure). Certainly due a coffee break. Thanks for lighting up the comment basket

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  6. Audrey Kalman / Nov 26 2017 8:00 pm

    Now what did RC Cat think of this gathering?

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Nov 26 2017 8:13 pm

      RC Cat smugly said “It’s what you deserve for abandoning Us and driving off for a holiday meal.” But she graciously accepted the lovely white turkey meat as she heard our apologies (and anguish). She also sends a grand paw wave for your astute question.

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  7. susielindau / Nov 27 2017 8:47 am

    My worst nightmare!!! With two single kids most likely wed in the next decade, I hope for in-laws with a sense of humor.

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  8. Robin / Nov 28 2017 10:46 am

    “De light is out there.” Indeed, it is. Our Thanksgiving was heavy on the green bean casserole, too, and other equally cement-in-the-stomach type dishes. I bought my own salads. Just in case. 🙂

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  9. cat9984 / Dec 12 2017 2:53 pm

    Fishy clumps – I love that description 🙂

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