Steve A
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A Ratman Thanksgiving
I asked the Rat for a new Thanksgiving Story-like the kind we all know and he love and he has delivered-passed on by me because of technical difficulties accessing the Dogs.
So here 'tis:
Thanksgiving isn't the same at mines house anymo and hasn't been for years. Ma and Daddy are gone as is my Sister Marie. My kids are grown and go to spend the day with their Mother and new Daddy. The new Daddy who now has my Thanksgiving for himself. I do not want my Thanksgiving back as those few minutes of temporary bliss are not worth the 364-1/2 days of misery the rest of the year. He can have all the aids turkey and all the bullshat stuffing that goes along with it.
There is not Thanksgiving smell one coming from the kitchen as I write this. The blessing is that there also is not the first evil Thanksgiving look or insult coming from in there either! I will be up an gone before the kids get up and get ready for their trip to their mother and new daddies crib. I am spending a little time here at Home before leaving. It is what little I have left of my Thanksgiving traditions even though I am doing it by myself. Getting the parade going, making coffee. looking at the Thanksgiving paper. Just no smell of sweet rolls and bacon cooking or the dinner being prepared. Thanksgiving is about family and here I sit alone with the dogs and their holiday droppings. Molly and Pooter, the youngest of the dogs, have never got to smell a Thanksgiving Dinner cooking since they have been on this Earth. Sad indeed for them! I just gave Molly and Choe a Thanksgiving hug, and that don't make me queer. Or does it? Kakakakakakakaka, guffaw guffaw! Sad indeed for them!
Yesterday I was riding in the work truck up highway 79 to West Bay. West Bay is where I will be spending the first of my two Thanksgiving Dinners. As I drove up there in the early morning there was frost on the sides of the road which made it feel like Thanksgiving time. As I drove across the West Bay bridge I could see the church where we will be eating Thanksgiving dinner. It had frost on the roof of this small church and it was like a picture from days gone by. From simpler times when my Grandparents, my parents as well as my Sister Marie were still living. Back in kinder times when people cared about others before themselves. I saw old houses with smoke coming from the chimneys and pictured old ladies in there with their aprons on preparing Thanksgiving Dinner for their family. There was steam coming off the water of the intercoastal waterway and all was right with the World for a few moments as all my worries left me momentarily and the feeling of Thanksgiving took over me. Those are the few moments in life that I treasure the most, when I get those old familar feelings of Thanksgivings of old and family that are no longer here!
Sadly, no one born before 1950 is around anymore and so none of the young bucks will think to make a pot of coffee for Thanksgiving. My Brother in Law would fuss that the coffee pot makes too much of a mess. I myself put memories and good times ahead of a clean house on the importance scale.
The Thanksgiving parade will be on in a bit. I have my thermos of coffee made and will be leaving soon to spend Thanksgiving somewhere other than at home with my children. Such is life. I may not see them at all today and that is sad indeed. We used to make sweet rolls and bacon and watch the parade on Thanksgiving morning. Now I am leaving the house before they wake up. Funny World isn't it?
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11/28/2008, 2:36 am
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Big Johnson
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Re: A Ratman Thanksgiving
Bastage Turkey!
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12/1/2008, 12:41 am
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