Happy Thanksgiving

It is hard to believe that Thanksgiving is here.  Or was here.  Only moments ago it was fall and now we are on the one month countdown for Christmas.  As time moves more quickly, it is easy to become numb to it and before you know it, the days grey together and become one running blur you can't quite get your hands around.  I know this because my blur just set me down one day after Thanksgiving.  We spend Thanksgiving proper at my mom's house.  Playing games, watching football and eating copious amounts of food.  I like when we spend the evening there because I have time to sit down and peck at the piano a bit.  Reading sheet music is not like riding a bike.  It is much more like reading Hebrew and after 8 years post Hebrew II, I am fairly certain I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference between "to make" and "to kill".  Although writing about it now makes me yearn to know it again.  There's something about knowing a language where you read right to left.  It is like you are part of a world completely opposite to your own.  A world where having 5 wives and hoards of children wasn't worthy of a series on TLC.  A world where there was no Thanksgiving or 8 to 5.  It was more like sun up to sun down.  Whenever I want to complain, I think of 14 hours tending herds.  Give me financial markets any day. 

Last week, Joshua's school put on a short program for the parents.  The thing I like about the school is that they mean business when it comes to programs like this.  A class gets up, sings their songs and then on to the next grade.  In and out in 15 minutes.  Done and done.  Joshua's kindergarten class dressed up as turkeys to perform their songs.  His face lit up when he saw his dad and me there in the audience.  Even though I knew it was important for us to be there, I still found myself surprised at how clearly the pride and excitement was written across his face.  John taped the performance and I use tape loosely as it was done with his phone.  Phones are crazy now.  I use mine to email and call.  But in fairness, I do use John's for Angry Birds.  So addictive...but SO fun.  You have to wonder who sat and thought, "OK, so there are these pigs and they steal some bird's eggs and then build structures of wood, glass, and stone and then the birds hurl themselves at it in anger".  I probably would have looked at them with a "riiiiigggght".  Then I would have proceeded to kick myself after missing that gravy train of an idea.  Simple, addictive and with more levels than one can dream.  A mobile home run.

Here is the aforementioned video of my son, the turkey, and his comrades in turkey fun. (He is the third from the right and, although you can't hear it well, is thankful for his toy motorcycle.)