Being a blogger I can’t escape the news that Thanksgiving is around the corner.
The Thanksgiving buzz is building up. Turkeys are talked of, how to roast potatoes to perfection discussed, the guest lists debated, the sauces and veggies pondered, decorations planned, menus created, top tips shared, jokes abound with a background murmur of panic/trepidation/resignation / excitement (delete as appropriate)
It’s still a bit of a mystery to me, what all the fuss is about. But I do get the sense of build up to an event, a sense that it is special. So much effort poured into one day. Different meanings given to it. Differing opinions on what to do. There will be jokes about the Turkey population, debates about how green can Thanksgiving be made. About companionship and aloneness, or the cost of it all. And no doubt jokes about Auntie Joan’s farts at the dinner table or the time when Max the dog ate the entrees – or was it the other way round? never can remember!
And when it is all over, blogland will let out a proverbial notch of its belt and sigh – there will be contended sighs, sighs of why do I put myself through this, sighs of what do I do with the leftovers. Then, slowly but surely it will fade away, the pumpkins disposed of, the decorations boxed up. And then we get back to the everyday living.
So as I peer in on the festivities, flip through the menus, consider the sweet potato mash, get a sugar high just from looking at the Pumpkin Pies don’t mind me, I’m just confused and confounded – the words and photos, let alone the food and frivolity will fill my screen and float on by with the next click of the mouse. Mildly bemused by the rush and the heat of it all.
As a nearly two year old blogger, I’ve come to understand that it’s a purely American affair. It’s not that I hadn’t heard of Thanksgiving, I’m not that insular! But from a blogging perspective I get to see it up close and a lot more personal. As a blogger I’m sitting in on the food fest via my laptop. Seeing the highs and lows, giggling at the jokes, oohing and ahhing at the countless delectable delights that pass through my screen. As the lives are shared, the personal perspective given and the experiences recounted I see from its scale and delivery it’s truly all American.
There is a myriad of different kinds of Thanksgiving’s to read about, from small family celebrations, bustling busy city get togethers, charity runs, parties on the beach, Vegan versions of traditional meals, scenes of autumnal leaves. Thanksgiving is like a snapshot of America on holiday. All mixed and jumbled up. Cultures and worlds collide and fuse. Images and representations of what it is and what it means.
It’s a bit like being back at school and hearing about a fabulous party that all your friends are going to, for weeks they have been talking about nothing else, (well apart from American elections and Hurricane damage, and even more recently about a certain 4 star General – what a story!!!) they are discussing who’s going to be there, what’s likely to happen, the food, the drinks, the party games and you know what? And you haven’t been invited!
But that’s OK – it’s not my party. It isn’t part of my history or culture. But for a while here in blogland, I can’t help but get caught up on the preparations, the hot topics and yes the sense of an impending party.
So while America celebrates, the Rest Of The World, me included, will potter along as if nothing is really happening. No doubt the odd item on the news may refer to it, and if I switch my laptop on I’ll see that on my world map of statistics (thank you WordPress!) America is on holiday. Do you ever look at the stats? Trust me I don’t spend hours drooling over them, but I do remember last year and seeing the number of visitors to my blog drop dramatically. North America was on a long lunch !
Sitting this side of the pond, what will I be up to? Well I might catch up on some work, I’ll probably manage a spot of gardening, if the weather is kind going for a walk will be likely, yes there will be cooking – we need to nourish ourselves somehow (but it won’t include Turkey or Pumpkin Pie, unless it is a savoury one!), at some point I’ll catch up with friends, popping into my local pub would be good wouldn’t it? Let’s call it living.
That kind of living is my way of celebrating. Celebrating Life !
And yes I do realise there are several different kinds of Thanksgiving Days across the globe, but it’s the All American one that grabs the attention. So to answer my own question – What does the rest of the world do for Thanksgiving? Well I get on with life as normal. What about you?
Wherever you are and whatever you are doing, have fun my friends 🙂
The photos for this post are from my everyday life.