I imagine everyone back home, scurrying from one family to another to be together in that poignant Norman Rockwell way (was he a curse on our expectations of American holidays?), helping themselves to pie (hopefully pumpkin) and slabs of pale turkey meat (possibly juicy).
Our Thanksgivings here in Malaysia are unorthodox, often celebrated with other faculty in a cafeteria complete with tablecloths, turkey provided by our principals, and Charlie Brown Thanksgiving playing in a classroom for the kiddos. It's an experience we love.
BUT this year we've been invited to the home of non-teacher friends. What a treat it was to enjoy the "adult table" and sit on couches beforehand, enjoy interesting conversation about insurance costs and past Thanksgivings while eating homemade green bean casserole.
But it's over for another year and I'll be fasting from carved turkey for a while, having eaten more than my share of that and sweet potatoes, so adieu, Thanksgiving, adieu. It's been grand.
I hope anyone listening, your Thanksgiving is good in that Rockwell way--family members or friends present, turkey golden brown, everyone in Sunday best or maybe just best frame of mind with the most comfy seat. There's nothing quite like it.
