In keeping with the rest of the year, Thanksgiving 2020 is unusual in a lot of ways.
Admittedly, some things are the same as always. We’re in Texas, so the weather is mild, and the windows are open. A turkey breast is in the oven, and we’ll have a last minute flurry of activity as we heat stuffing, veggies, sweet potatoes, and gravy. I will open our can of Ocean Spray cranberry sauce and feel momentarily guilty that I don’t channel my mother and make it from scratch. And we will sit down to a feast and follow up by washing dishes and the annual viewing of “Miracle on 34th Street.” So all of that is firmly in place.
A lot is different, though. For starters, it’s just Mark and I this year. When I was a kid, the Thanksgiving meal was held at our house, complete with grandparents, my aunt and uncle, and my cousin. My mother was a nervous hostess, so we had turkey and gravy with a side of anxiety, but there was always a crowd. The best part for me was cooking the day before with Mom. We’d sing “Harvest Home” and “We Gather Together” as a nod to the holiday and then start in on the Christmas carols. Later on, Mark and I would still have Thanksgiving at my parents’ table, schlepping the kids five hours from Austin to Beaumont. After Mom died, we began hosting at our home. We’d gather our nuclear family, my sister and brother, my niece and nephew, assorted cousins, and friends. Those were big, jolly tables, groaning with food and buzzing with conversation. But this year Jane is working, and Mary made the hard but wise decision not to come to Texas. Given that I tested positive for COVID a couple of hours after she canceled her flight, that was an especially good call – made even better by Mark’s getting sick a couple of days later.
It is tempting to slide into self-pity here. We have no boisterous crowd to entertain. We are both are still coughing and feeling very tired from COVID. I’ve lost my sense of smell, so food has almost no taste. We found out this week that a friend here in Austin died from COVID, and we’re grieving that loss. Around the globe, people are sick and hungry and afraid. Many have empty places at tables that will not be filled again.
But even in the midst of change and sadness, we have much to be thankful for. We have each other. Our children are doing well, and with luck we will see them on Zoom this afternoon and in person at Christmas. We have food to eat, books to read, and a peaceful house in which to recover. More friends than I can count have volunteered to bring us food and run our errands. And yesterday a flock of robins stopped on our property on their way south for the winter. It’s a sight to behold, that clan of determined, red-breasted birds. Not everyone gets to see that in their lifetimes, and I’m grateful.
So we recognize the gladness and the grief and give our thanks today. I’ll leave you with the words of Tennyson’s aging Ulysses, musing by the seashore in Ithaca. He sums up what I feel today:
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are….
I’m grateful to you for reading my post. Happy Thanksgiving.
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Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your meal. I hope you are feeling better soon.
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Beautiful post, Kathy, as usual! I hope you and Mark feel better soon! Sending you hugs and healing!
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Thanks, friend! Getting to visit with you two was quite a tonic. And have you blogged lately? I haven’t gotten any notifications recently. ❤️❤️
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Glad to hear zooming with us helped you guys too. 💕
I wrote a post on Friday. I will send you the link via What’s App. Take care of yourselves.
Yikes, I’m so sorry to hear about your covidity! I’ve been worried about you since I heard about the surge in Spain. Is that where you got infected? Didn’t realize you were back in Texas, but I’m glad you’re recovering in a safe happy home, and I hope you had a relaxing Thanksgiving, as we did here. Please take it easy, catch up on all that reading, and I hope your good sense (of smell) returns soon so you can enjoy some Tex Mex and BBQ before you head east again. brett
As far as getting infected, I blame Arkansas. We spent the night in Little Rock, and nobody appears to be wearing masks there. But we’re pretty much over this, except my sense of smell is AWOL. I hope you guys had a good Thanksgiving. When you get a second , please email me your address. I have time on my hands and might actually send Christmas cards this year. ❤️❤️
Sending healing thoughts and prayers to you both!!
You’re very sweet! We’re recovering nicely. ❤️❤️❤️
Bob let me know you two had tested positive. It is encouraging to read that you are both recovering, except for the sense of smell. Loved the images of the birds as they head south. Keep blogging as you slog through.
Thanks, Tina. We are pretty much well except for coughs and my lost sense of smell. We appreciate your good wishes!
Hello Kathy and Mark, I just got to reading this entry and hope that by now you are both feeling much better. We are still staying put in Canada (Montreal and Devil Lake) but really hope to be able to travel to Catalonia soon. Really enjoy reading about your travels and your take on what you experience … so keep on blogging!
Thanks! We are much better and are planning to return to Spain at the end of the year. Please do keep us posted on your travel plans, as we’d love to see you. In the meantime , happy holidays!