Thanksgiving is an emotional holiday. People travel thousands of miles to be with people they only see once a year. And then discover once a year is way too often.
Thou hast given so much to me,
Give one thing more, - a grateful heart;
Not thankful when it pleaseth me,
As if Thy blessings had spare days,
But such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.
Forever on Thanksgiving Day
The heart will find the pathway home.
Wilbur D. Nesbit
Unless it likes the beach better.
Alan MacRobert suggests an alternative (or addition) to watching the football game in his Sky & Telescope article on Comet ISON.
on Thanksgiving Day when the relatives are gathered, set the living-room computer to display NASA's Google+ Hangout: Comet ISON Live. The hangout will be on for 90 minutes right around perihelion, from 1:30 to 3:00 p.m. EST (18:30–20:00 UT) November 28th. They're billing it as "Fire vs. ISON: Watch the Epic Battle Live."
MacRobert's article also includes a nifty viewing chart for the early part of December.
On Thanksgiving Day, all over America, families sit down to dinner at the same moment --- halftime.
There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
Henry Ward Beecher
(to remind myself)
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill— more of each
than you have— inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your work,
doubt their judgment.
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
There are only sacred places
And desecrated places.
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.