THANKSGIVING

I love this commercial.

So many times commercials kinda annoy me.

Like the one with the kid blowing bubbles with his straw into his chocolate milk and his little brother is laughing

and the mom happily chuckles and pulls out the paper towels and merrily wipes up the mess.

Come on!

I can almost hear the average mom yelling to stop making a mess! and throwing the roll of paper towels at the kid.

Yep. Makes me NOT want to buy whatever brand it was.

But THIS commercial I like.

The table is set in an apparent attempt to be pretty and simple.

But then they run out of plates and have to use vacation plates

and odd assortment of mugs.

I love it.

I, like probably most people in the blog world, lust after a beautifully set table.

The perfect decorations arranged around the house with a fire crackling in the fireplace in the background.

Music softly playing as fashionably dressed guests arrive through the snow in a sleigh.

But what I love about this commercial is the fact that all THAT doesn't REALLY matter.

It's just having family and friends gathered together and being thankful

and not having a bunch of hard to clean dirty dishes.

 

I'm going to my sisters home today for Thanksgiving dinner.

It will be her family plus a couple of my nieces boyfriends and

my step-mom and her husband.

A Modern family.

It's started to snow and I know that they will have a fire going.

Her home is usually eclectically decorated.

Picture frames will have been changed out and photos of past Thanksgiving in them instead.

Her umbrella stand usually holds an umbrella or two but also some random weird stick that she's found on a walk,

that she found to be "cool" and next to that will be a rug for shoes.

Well, I assume there's a rug but it's always piled high with everyone's shoes.

My brother-in-law will be frantically running around fixing the dinner

and my sister will slowly, calmly find whatever he needs in the utensil drawer or pantry.

Kind of a Ying and Yang, those two.

So I expect dinner to be nice

as long as no one brings up politics.

If someone does, there will be a war.

But it should be nice day

and in the evening, my sister will get ready to go to work at the hospital

and my brother in law will spread out the Black Friday ads on the dining room table

and ask her if there's something he needs to go out and get.

She will say "not really", but then point out a few things anyway

and then he will probably go out, much later because there's a department store that every year, late at night

for just a couple of hours, sells big huge thick dog beds

and their dog needs to have a new bed on Xmas.

Finally I will say I must leave because I need to let my dogs out

and they will say to come back after

but I'll remind them I have to be up early because the kennel is full at work.

So they will fix me a plate for dinner the next night and add a slice of pie.

I'll drive home through the snow covered streets

and faintly smile because everyone has now switched on their Christmas lights

and even though there are things going on in my life that I'm not happy about,

I will pull into my drive

and then open the front door to the chorus of my dogs.

I will let them outside and watched them through the window as they leap through the snow

and eat my slice of pie

and I will give Thanks and be Grateful.