Thanksgiving is looking a wee bit different this year. In the past, we only had to practice social distancing from that second helping of pumpkin pie, or, perhaps our only concession was not having whipped cream on that second piece of pie.
The CDC, Dr. Fauci and even our governors, have all weighed in on our annual holiday gathering, so you’re likely still tweaking the menu and counting noses for today’s Turkey Day table.
But the Scarecrow Family does not need to heed any warnings … they just keep on doing their own thing as they always have.
The scenario goes like this:
Mama looked around at her family, all a bit bedraggled-looking from the recent windstorms and almost bustin’ out of their clothes, then smiled and turned to Papa and said “we are missing the main part of our meal – oh my … Papa – we have no bird!”
Just then the front door opened and there was Stuart, the last of the clan to arrive, fashionably late and empty-handed (as usual).
Such is the way of Thanksgiving dinner with the Scarecrow Family. After they ate their tasty meal, the womenfolk headed to the kitchen to do dishes and parcel up leftovers, the menfolk patted their straw, then snoozed or watched the Detroit Lions football game and Papa, always lovin’ a little attention, got out his fiddle.
This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, so this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for four decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, though I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too. - Linda Schaub