Repairs on my roof begin today, so I'm taking this chance to post a Thanksgiving entry. My ideal Thanksgiving is simple: a meal at home—some turkey any style, some sides—company optional, and at least one moment to reflect on how good life is. I look forward to Thanksgiving more than I realize, maybe more than any other holiday, yet tomorrow I'm joining extended family at a Chinese restaurant for a "low-maintenance" affair.
The disparity between my ideal and actual Thanksgivings (over which, traditionally, I've had no say) threatens to make me forget the spirit of the holiday. I hope to have a family of my own one day who shares my idea of Thanksgiving. Until then, appropriately, I'll have to accept how things unfold and hope for that moment of thankful reflection.