Do you really like turkey?

I mean honestly: If it just weren't there, would dinner really, truly be ruined? Aren't the stuffing and jell-o and rolls and green bean casserole and everything else enough to make you happy? I was thinking about this, and then it occurred to me:

What about my giblet gravy?

I love giblet gravy, the way Mom makes it, simmering all day long with lots of delicious things stewing together.

But then I translated the thought: What about my sauce made of the internal organs of a dead animal? Maybe I really could live without it.

Just imagine, if we all stopped buying in to the "you have to have a turkey" myth, millions of Gods creations could be spared an awful existence of suffering and squalor, followed by a painful, miserable death.

Here's what I'm thankful for this year: My life is so happy and comfortable that I have time to muse over such things. Happy Thanksgiving.

Thank you, Doctor

For not wanting to do an invasive test on my LP (Little Person) just because it would make your job easier.

For using the word "conservative" in describing your treatment philosophy.

For treating me like an intelligent human being, rather than that irritating thing that's keeping you from getting your charts done early.

Hot Pockets and social justice

I am not making this up:

www.eatfreely.org

Fine with me, as long as I'm free to not help pay for your quadruple bypass when you drop dead at the age of 37.

Bonus Points

For the first person to identify the Meryl Streep movie quote in a recent post--movie *and* context. Anyone?

Contemplation

A couple of months ago, I looked at my desk and saw a portrait of my life. Two items: a bottle of Zoloft and a coupon to get butter for just $1.49/pound. Later I thought, It's not a portrait, it's a question: Do I still have a soul?

Then I was listening to the radio the other day and Garrison Keillor had some great music playing, and I almost started crying, and I realized that the answer is, Yes, I have a soul. It's just a little hungry.

So, what do you listen to to feed a hungry soul? The Primary Children's Songbook is great, but it's just not cutting it any longer.

Insomnia

Last night I had an odd dream and woke up determined to share with you an old, not very interesting secret. I was about to pick up my notebook and pen and craft the telling, but I picked up my pillow instead and went to the other room to listen to the BBC.

And I was lying there and I heard one British man said to another British man, So how did you come up with the idea for Colin the Zombie?

And I thought, Yes, I see. This is the way it was intended.

My neck is sore

Teenage boys in a car on a dark and stormy night. Bad combination.