#TBT (Throwback Thanksgiving)

A reblog of Ever On Word’s 2011 Thanksgiving post. Because gratitude is timeless, like that.

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Am I the only one who gets really annoyed by people referring to the fourth Thursday of November as “Turkey Day”?

Not that I’ve got anything against turkey, mind you. It’s tasty. It’s remarkably plumed. Ben Franklin could have gotten his way and had it made the national bird, for all I care. Turkey, in and of itself is not, the problem. This is a matter of respect, and the dignity of names.

I don’t know that holidays have feelings, but if they did, how do you suppose Thanksgiving would feel about being called Turkey Day? Belittled, perhaps? Underappreciated? Loved only for its traditional bounteous feast? Singled out, probably; we don’t treat the rest of the holidays this way!

And, hey, why not? Why not give up the charade of caring what holidays are really about and just call a spade by how we honestly perceive the spade all year long? A sneak peek at the adjusted calendar, everyone:

Valentine’s Day = Spend Big Money on Your Woman Day

Presidents’ Day = Day Off from School

Easter = Candy Day

Birthdays = Cake Day

Independence Day = Fireworks Day

Minstrel Day = Totally Oughtta Be a Holiday

Labor Day = Barbeque Day

All Hallows’ Even = Candy Day Part II

Christmas = Presents Day

New Year’s Eve = Stay Up and Party ‘Til the Next Day …Day

Tacky, isn’t it? So here’s an idea – how’s about we all show Thanksgiving a little consideration by remembering what the day is actually for. Not parades, not football, not awesome pilgrim hats; not even the sweet delights of turkey, pumpkin pie, and all the good eats in between. It’s about giving thanks; expressing gratitude for the stuff we’ll probably go back to taking for granted, most of the rest of the year. I’ll lead off:

Thank you, family, friends, followers, and strangers, for taking a few minutes out of your day to read my blog. I truly appreciate the attention, the support, and the opportunity to share my words with you.

And thank you, too, Thanksgiving! – for just your being you.

“Goals cont.” or “The Meeting of a Milestone”

“Hold up a sec – didn’t you put up a blog post, like, 2 hours ago?”

Yes, astute hypothetical speaker, yes I did. But something super crazy exciting happened between then and now, namely: Ever On Word reached its 100th follower.

Now, let me be clear. I have not been sitting around this whole time saying, “Yeah, ‘#57 is following your blog’, whoopee-do. Let me know when it’s a hundred.” Heck no. I was super crazy excited when I got my first follower. I was super crazy excited when I got my first follower who wasn’t my mom. I was excited about my 5th follower, my 22nd follower, the follower that broke the 80s. Each and every time I’m notified that the number has ticked up by one, my heart flips and warms and does a little dance and smiles thi-i-is big.

No exaggeration.

Know why? Because these numbers aren’t just numbers. Each one is a person who read my words and thought, Y’know something? I’d like to read more of them, and took a moment to click a button signing them onto the Ever On Word ship. And that, to me, is a big honkin’ deal.

But I wasn’t about to chuck up a “THANK YOU!!!” post every single time I gained a follower. That would quite quickly become obnoxious. So I determined a while back that, if ever I reached my incremental goal of that first 100 followers, I would take a few minutes out to let you all know how much I truly, sincerely, spirit-deep appreciate it. Without you guys, I’d just be talking to myself. …which I have been known to do anyway, but thanks for help making it a “sometimes” instead of an “always” deal.

You all make my day. And now I’ll let you get back to yours. (:

“Thanksgiving”

Am I the only one who gets really annoyed by people referring to the fourth Thursday of November as “Turkey Day”?

            Not that I’ve got anything against turkey, mind you. It’s tasty. It’s remarkably plumed. Ben Franklin could have gotten his way and had it made the national bird, for all I care. Turkey, in and of itself is not, the problem. This is a matter of respect, and the dignity of names.

            I don’t know that holidays have feelings, but if they did, how do you suppose Thanksgiving would feel about being called Turkey Day? Belittled, perhaps? Underappreciated? Loved only for its traditional bounteous feast? Singled out, probably; we don’t treat the rest of the holidays this way!

            And, hey, why not? Why not give up the charade of caring what holidays are really about and just call a spade by how we honestly perceive the spade all year long? A sneak peek at the adjusted calendar, everyone:

Valentine’s Day = Spend Big Money on Your Woman Day

Presidents’ Day = Day Off from School

Easter = Candy Day

Birthdays = Cake Day

Independence Day = Fireworks Day

Minstrel Day = Totally Oughtta Be a Holiday

Labor Day = Barbeque Day

All Hallows’ Even = Candy Day Part II

Christmas = Presents Day

New Year’s Eve = Stay Up and Party ‘Til the Next Day …Day

            Tacky, isn’t it? So here’s an idea – how’s about we all show Thanksgiving a little consideration by remembering what the day is actually for. Not parades, not football, not awesome pilgrim hats; not even the sweet delights of turkey, pumpkin pie, and all the good eats in between. It’s about giving thanks; expressing gratitude for the stuff we’ll probably go back to taking for granted, most of the rest of the year. I’ll lead off:

            Thank you, family, friends, followers, and strangers, for taking a few minutes out of your day to read my blog. I truly appreciate the attention, the support, and the opportunity to share my words with you.

            And thank you, too, Thanksgiving! – for just your being you.

PerGoSeeMo Psalm 17

Psalm 17. Psalms 50:8-14

            You don’t really need another song.

You’ve had more throughout the ages

Than any but you could count –

From the sorrowfully substandard,

To the best Man has to offer,

To the “holy, holy, holy” from your hosts of heavenly seraphs.

            And surely any music you made –

A Holy Trinity trio,

Or a symphony from nothing –

Would reduce all man- and angel-kind to weeping,

Could their lesser ears discern it.

            What have I but words already written,

Melodies already strung,

Harmonies used over and over

Since the dawn of chords?

Sing him a new song” indeed.

            New to me, the song may be,

Slowly discovered, line by line,

A lyrical adventure…

Its surprise on me only.

            For your knowledge transcends silly things like time.

You knew the poetry I’d craft

While I’d yet to be crafted in the womb.

It’s all “been there, read that” for you;

Yours truly, last to know, as always.

            What to get the God who has it all?

You said, “I’ll take a ‘thank you’.”

            Thank you, then, with all my heart.

I’ll gift you with my gratitude.

I’ll wrap your praises up in verse,

And give it all my human best;

Present it with an eager smile

And eyes that shine with hoping that you’ll like it.

            And you’ll take it with gentle hands,

Exclaiming over the intent,

And add my scrap to the display on your divine refrigerator,

Loving gift for giver’s sake,

As those with children do.

            Oh, you.

            “Oh, you.”

            And it was then she re-knew she was precious.