The good news is that I’m typing without incident, as it turns out that fingers heal at an unbelievably fast pace, even when one slices the tips of them off. Also, it might be true that I am a drama queen in the face of copious amounts of blood, which there were, but it is perhaps the case that my wound was not so tragic as I at first believed. I do have a bandage on the wounded finger now, because I sadly made it bleed again through the exertion of knitting (only a tiny bit, but still)but whatever the case, I’m typing with all fingers, which was NOT the case when I posted of my grievous injury on Wednesday.
Thanksgiving was AWESOME. In all ways. 1) My parents are awesome. 2) My guests were awesome. 3) It was great introducing my guests (Colleague-Friend and her husband and Professional-Writing Colleague) to my parents, and everybody was animated and happy and had a fabulous time (I think). 4) The food, in spite of the early injury, was Very Very Good (though, to be fair, there were some things that I would have wanted to be more perfect, like my pumpkin pie which started out perfect but which then sadly got a mark in it from the tin foil that covered it) but whatever, we gobbled it all up regardless. I love Thanksgiving. It is the best of all holidays.
And so I am thankful for my lovely friends, and for my parents, and for the fact that I have learned how to cook a spectacular meal, and for the ingredients with which I was blessed to cook into that spectacular meal. And I’m thankful for the fact that I did not bleed on the food when I was injured, and that I did not cook a piece of finger into the sweet potato gratin (because in spite of my grievous injury I was on top of things and avoided the contamination of body parts that were severed, and of human blood, which is really more Halloween than Thanksgiving).
In more consumerist thanks, I am thankful that my parents bought me dishes enough to have matching ones for themselves and all my guests, and most of all for George for picking out ones that I’d adore in spite of my mother’s lack of faith in his taste (hilariously, when she questioned him, he said, “but Crazy is Lebanese!” and when I saw them, and she expressed her doubt, I said, “but don’t you understand that I’m Lebanese?!?), as well as new glasses, and to CF and her husband for more glasses on top of that (CF understood that I was deficient in terms of glassware), and for the fact that on the day after Thanksgiving that my mom and I were able to find a lovely sideboard (to hold the new glasses and dishes and napkins and things) at a reasonable price, which will be delivered in time for my party in a couple of weeks.
And also I am thankful for friends from afar, like J., who sent me a Thanksgiving text thanking me for being her friend, and I’m thankful for A., who confirmed that I shouldn’t take myself to the emergency room for my sliced finger. And, although I’m not sure this is something to be thankful for… I suppose I’m thankful for the fact that I received texts from some dudes, with whom relations are… fraught… at the present moment. I suppose I’m thankful for that because it shows that they both know that this, of all holidays, is my holiday, and they really did think of me. And that thoughtfulness, in spite of the fraughtness, is something for which to be thankful.
And finally, I’m thankful for the fact that a) I learned from the internet how to wind a center-pull ball of yarn by hand, which isn’t as “swift” as doing it with a swift and a ball-winder, but which is immensely satisfying, and 2) that I have progressed beyond merely knitting and purling in knitting and that I have had time over the past two days to do some knitting, both of which things feel like a huge luxury to do, and which are lovely and relaxing.
And then I’m thankful for the fact that 27 dresses, which I first saw on an Emirates Airlines flight en route to Beirut, after a horrible ordeal in which we missed our flight from Istanbul – and so yes it is a garbage movie but, whatever, it brings back fond memories – has been on this weekend, as even though it is garbage I can watch it over and over again.
So I will grade like a champion tomorrow and the next day, and order my books for the spring, and send out the invitation for my End of Semester Bash, and also do a defense for a grad student. The point is, even in spite of all that? Life is good. And I give thanks.
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