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Thanksgiving 2021

Not So Perfect


Last week, I was in the process of shortening a long formal skirt that I’d purchased from some wonderfully talented seamstresses in Vilnius, Lithuania. The online shop is called OffOn. I’d originally purchased some blouses from this e-tailer during the summer of 2020, as a way to comically deal with the off-on economy in California.


Inside the skirt, sewn into one of the seams is a tag that announces: For All of Your Perfect and Not So Perfect Moments.


What a splendid way to behold life!


I’m of the opinion that I’ve known more not-so-perfect moments than the perfect ones; but my Dear Spouse assures me that the perfect times of my life outnumber the almost impeccable ones.

I do not spend much time trying to differentiate between the two categories. Once I’ve completed the task at hand, I’m on to the next one!


During the past year, the OffOn portion of my wardrobe has grown in splendour. The off-on economy in Gavinville during that same time frame was a clumsy series of far from perfect moments. Those days and nights have led the patriots in America to this Thanksgiving of 2021:


the unthinkable is now routine; the awful is reported as normal; outright fraud is re-defined as stellar and immaculate achievement; and the blessings of our every-day lives are being eyed for even more plunder.


All of this lunacy has been said to recall the Carter years, but I, who ferociously survived those years of my youth, I most heartily disagree.

Back then, I was a city dweller. The rural populations struggled more than did the citadins. That population dynamic has become reversed within the past thirty to forty years. The cesspools known as cities are not centers of productivity. The parasites have taken over the host in those arenas.


For those of us who have organized our lives, and our work, and our play, in the hinterlands, the financial ills of these fraudulent years can be weathered. We might even come out of this moronic maelstrom in far better shape, having savoured bounties that came to us quite unexpectedly.


The price of my Diestel turkey this November is sky-high. Those birds are advertised as flocking incredible. Yes, Brandon, I agree.


I’m hoping to order tomorrow the American Heritage 14-16 pounder to keep the cost within a C-note.

Yesterday, I baked two of the traditional cranberry nut loaf. One I shall freeze for the Christmas season; another is to be enjoyed now. Because every day of our lives is to be enjoyed now, perfect and not-so-perfect.


Look ahead, to the almost perfect times that will be. If ye must look back, do it to forgive, and then to forget. The lessons of the past will always be there, to be re-learned; but focus not upon the hardships you clambered over during this monumental journey called life.


Concentrate on the wondrous strength and the energy of determination that showed you the glorious way to tomorrow. Thank the Lord that such a pathway was visible to you. He who will not see, did not see the road ahead; thus he was doomed to repeat the woeful past with even more malice than what had initially blinded him to discern the future.

The dearest cost to life is not economic in nature, but emotional. Bills to pay, and opportunities stolen, yes, they are losses, and sometimes they are severe. They are not, however, permanent deprivations. Whatever has been robbed from you today can become a rare and precious gift, granted to you, in due time, by your Maker.


The heart is not meant to be a calculator, but an organ of divine inspiration. You alone hold the key to unlock that door to hope, and faith and charity.


May the blessings of November during this unprecedented Thanksgiving guide you toward a Noël that works treasured wonders in your life, and in the lives of others.