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Thanksgiving - Then & Now...now and then...

Holidays tend to flip the nostalgia switch in us all.

Something about holding a greasy turkey leg in one hand while scooping mashed potatoes, turnips, stuffing and a side of cranberry down our gullets with the other, stirs the way back machine with thoughts of better days.

Probably a form of hypoxia triggered by a blocked airway due to all that food jammed down our collective throats, at once.

Someone will undoubtedly bring up the time Grandma dropped the string beans down Aunt Millie's  "much too low cut" dress or when Uncle Ted chased the dog around the living room trying to rescue what was left of the pumpkin pie.

It’s also usually around this time when someone at the table starts talking about how much better things were back “then” compared to how much worse things are “now”.

How when we were kids a feast like Thanksgiving was anxiously awaited with great excitement and appreciated by all, not only for the abundance of food it brought to the table, but also the opportunity to reconvene with family and friends.

How, now, Thanksgiving is just a rehearsal for Christmas, where a lot of folks would rather ski or shop than spend the day making memories. These days, Thanksgiving doesn’t even rate a holiday commercial, much less a song. Christmas takes over the second Halloween porch lights are snuffed.

And then the talk about how when we were kids, we didn’t have (fill in whatever form of modern technology you’d like) begins.

Over Adaption

Brrrrrrrrrrrr...it’s cold.

Winter is finally here...sort of.

I mean, there’s still 6 weeks and change before winter is "officially" here.

I know, I did the research...just to impress all of you naysayers who are pretty sure, I usually don’t.

And you’d be usually right...but this time I did.

I’m adapting, because the last thing I want is to be accused of “Fake Blogging”.

Which of course I do...on a regular basis...I just don’t want to be accused of it.

Bada Boom....

Yeah, okay. I know....

I’ve use that particular “hi-larious” set up more than a few times, in the past.

But it’s been a while and I’m hoping most of you don’t pay attention to that kind of thing, let alone any of this stuff, at all.

Or you’ve just adapted to “I guess this is the most we can hope for, from this guy?” and let it slide.

So thanks for your under enthusiasm...I’ve adapted to that, myself.

Speaking of adaption, which you should know we were—even if you aren’t paying all that much attention—since I’ve mentioned it now in some form or another, five times, plus it’s in the title.

So...speaking of adaption—six—and getting back to the point I was originally making—I think—winter is finally here...sort of.

Pretty Smart

If you’re pretty smart you probably don’t even know it.

You’re just smart, all the time; always were...always will be.

It’s just your normal.

So why would it even occur to you to be anything other than that.

You wouldn’t walk around telling people how smart you are.

No more so than you would tell them how proficient you are at putting on your pants.

Although I have developed a pretty neat technique that reduces the number of times I have to turn my waist band around in a week.

Just sayin....

However, if you have your doubts, or if you think others have their doubts, no matter how convinced you are about you own “smartness”, you might be prone to reminding others just how smart you really are.

Which is just dumb...no matter how smart it seems to you.

And this kind of self-absorbed crowing doesn’t only apply to “smart”, it applies to just about every positive quality you believe you possess. 

If you gotta say it, chances are it ain’t happening.

Except in your own head, where it most likely belongs.

Oh, sure...you might have a suspicion you can do certain things fairly well, fairly easily.