Happy Thanksgiving to all those who celebrate this estadoünidense holiday. Our extended family will visit la Rectoría mañana, as the Lovely Mona has class today and won't be home until almost 6:30 pm, which is a bit late, in my book. So no turkey for Padre today.
It's been a tough year, and some beloved faces will be missing from the table this year, but we give thanks for all of them and for all the blessings we've experienced this year. And we give thanks for all of you who read this silly blog and are part of our on-line community.
And now, my Favorite Thanksgiving Day Message:
"You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors d'oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, "Do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller. And for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground."
Wednesday Addams in Addams' Family Values