Some Hae Meat
This Thanksgiving (besides watching each and every West Wing Thanksgiving episode), I haven’t really done much to celebrate. As you’re probably well aware, the British don’t really “do” Thanksgiving, and so the best I can hope for is a gathering of Americans I met a month ago around literal cold turkey and cranberry sauce out of a can. But that’s not really the same, is it? Thanksgiving is about family, and old friends. And it’s about what you’re thankful for. So I’ve been thinking a bit about that. Some of you might remember that, last October, I spent a weekend in Georgia with the Indian side of my family. I then, apparently, spent Thanksgiving day napping.
This last weekend, I went up to Scotland to visit my dad’s side of the family – you can see a few of them in the picture at the top of the post. It was lovely to get away from London for a bit – much as I love it – and relax. So this Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for family. But I’m also reminded of the old Scotch grace that my dad used to say (much more often when I was a kid):
“Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.”
I am thankful to have dreams: the opportunity to work for them and, eventually, live them. I am thankful to have a family that is, incredibly and always, supportive. I am thankful to have close friends that I’ve known for a decade or more in a life that is only two decades old. I am thankful to have dreams, and desire. I have meat, and I can eat. Sae let the Lord be thankit.