Traditions... every family has them: Some good, some bad, some intentional, some habitual. Nonetheless everyone has them, including my family.
The best Thanksgiving ever.
This year was the best thanksgiving ever. All the hard work that was put into decorating, baking, cooking and everything else that transformed my grandparent's house into the Thanksgiving feast I remember from my childhood. The whole family came over and we had turkey and all the fixings. This was without doubt the best thanksgiving ever. Great food, good conversation. Just taking an afternoon to enjoy family, and be thankful for everything we have, from health, to employment, to education and almost countless others. As I sat reflecting on the day's events, all the fine food and my extended family. I realized that this was not the best thanksgiving ever, not in the slightest. There is no one best thanksgiving. Thinking back to all the thanksgivings I've celebrated with my family... I've come to see that each one was and is the best thanksgiving, practicing the old traditions and incorporating the new ones.
The ghost of Christmas past.
I'm not sure when this tradition started, but this one's been around for a while too. Our family will collectively trek out to Glendale to the Glendale Central Theater to see a performance of Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol". It's a great production, very well done every year. Every year there's a new cast with exception of the actor portraying Ebeneezer Scrooge, who has been there for as long as I can remember. Afterward we all go out to dinner, either in Glendale or once we've returned home. This time we went out to Lupe's Mexican Restaurant, one of the best local restaurants around, especially for quality Mexican food.
And that's the latest from this fiddler on the roof!
