For me, Thanksgiving was quiet. The Family Dinner was cancelled because unvaccinated members of the family were exposed. All but one appear to be OK. Worryingly, one has lost his sense of taste and smell. I hadn’t planned on going because I was aware that they had been exposed. Dinner is rescheduled for this Saturday. I was going but have reconsidered and cancelled. The simple act of seeing family for Thanksgiving has created a mental turmoil that has me questioning, if after the last two years of the pandemic, I’ve become Agoraphobic. Am I being rational or irrational?
That is not to say that my Thanksgiving totally sucked. Friends that knew and loved Becky, and whom we’d known for years, called and offered to share a portion of their Thanksgiving dinner with me. An act of caring that I’m grateful for. It was delicious. Later, I called my cousin in Ohio and we talked for over an hour. Again, a time for being grateful.
I pursue a fairly routine and contemplative life; reading, writing and photography. For me, everyday is much like the next; even this Thanksgiving. I finished off the evening by reading material that I wanted to think about and may use in future posts. I am profoundly grateful for being able to live my simple, almost hermetic life.
One of the things that keeps me going, along with the love of family and friends, is my curiosity. Life is endlessly fascinating, more so when it is fraught with a circus of perils. Even my decision to stay home, is it rational or fear-based, makes me curious.