It’s Thanksgiving Weekend in Canada. Like our American cousins, this is a time when we should be reflecting on all the things in our life for which we are grateful. The markets are exploding with the abundance of nature’s harvest and the focus is on the celebration of food, family, and friends.
While I was contemplating what was special about Thanksgiving, I kept coming up with a big blank. It was just another weekend – except with an extra day to do it all in. Nothing particularly special.
Well, except for that one time 30+ years ago when Gilles and I got married on Thanksgiving Weekend – my dad’s birthday to be exact. He would be 104 years old today. That day was pretty cool … but when I think about it, it still boiled down to family, friends, and food.
And there was the time 2 years later when we were anxiously waiting for son #1 to arrive. But he was late and missed all the Thanksgiving stuff by a few days.
Maybe I should also toss in the times Gilles and I were away for Thanksgiving Weekend. There was Rome, and Hawaii … and of course, Chicago. I did my first marathon in Chicago on a Thanksgiving Weekend. Friends were involved that weekend too – we traveled with our good friends, Cathie and Bob.
Bob amused me throughout the 42 km course reciting all the words he knew in French – baguette, fromage, bouillabaise. Yes, food was definitely involved in that trip.
But Cathie and Bob are in Thailand right now – which is where I’m supposed to be …. but I’m trying not to dwell on it – much.
So yeah. Basically, Canadian Thanksgiving is nothing special. The family will gather, a few friends, food and drink will be involved, but I won’t make much of an effort.
Because it’s not important – too much.