Today is the actual day of Thanksgiving. Being a divorced dad, I am used to doing holidays on any day other than the actual day. So yesterday was Thanksgiving for me.
The person I live with [I’ll call her “J”] works with a Native American company, and they gave her a turkey, so we got a turkey literally from Native Americans.
It’s typically a time for family. Growing up, we would always go to my grandmother’s house, in the middle of nowhere in the Midwest. Lots of bad weather and really good food.
The kids would always sit at the little card table. The older I got, the more I realized that I’d probably have to wait for someone to die in order to graduate to the adult table. That never happened. I’m still grateful for the opportunity and experience.
MY FAVORITE THANKSGIVING MEMORY
The way in which I approach Thanksgiving has morphed a great deal over the years.
My most memorable Thanksgiving was in 1998, when my son was 3.5 years old. We lived in West LA. His mother had gone to Bakersfield to be with her family, and somehow my son and I got out of it.
We decided to go to Starbucks, so he could get a “kid cocoa.” I couldn’t find the house key, so I grabbed the car keys and left the front door of the apartment unlocked. There is a HUGE security gate out front that had successfully kept most people out.
When he got his little, hot “kid cocoa,” he tried to chug it. I was surprised he didn’t burn his mouth, but a lot of it ended up on the ground in the parking lot.
When we got back home, we were dismayed to find that the electricity had gone out, and using the keypad on the security door was the only way to get in. But there was this little log that was blocking a square part of the side railing of the door, so I moved that and my son crawled through, barely making it. He then reached as high as he could and opened the door for me.
By the time we got inside the apartment, the power came back. Just in time, for my old buddy, John Parker [RIP] to show up and make the Thanksgiving bounty.
John was the founder of the band Sun On Skin, and I was their drummer. We had become good friends. He produced early demos for WHIPLADS. Sadly, John passed a few years later.
Back to the story.
John showed up and cooked a turkey loaf, which is turkey meat without any bone. He also made some sides. I don’t recall making anything, although I bought a few things.
We sat in the dark and ate while watching movies on TV. We had a double-feature that day, watching The Exorcist and Psycho, back-to-back. We even slowed down the VHS tape to count how many stabs actually happen in the shower scene [NONE happen, it’s all fast editing!]
It was the last Thanksgiving that I would get to spend with my son in that way, thanks to an ugly break-up, and problems his mother has, which I won’t discuss here. Suffice to say, it destroyed everyhting.
That’s the thing about Thanksgiving, other holidays, or even just regular days. You don’t know when you’re experiencing the last day, in most cases. Considering that we ended up splitting up on 12/19/1998, I’d say I had an inkling that things were coming to an end.
We would have future Thanksgiving gatherings at my mother’s place, which were always nice. We all sat at the big table then, so I felt as if I had finally earned my spot at the table.
THIS YEAR’S THANKSGIVING
This year it was me, J, her adopted mother, and mother’s son. They brought some movies and we ended up watching Deadpool 2.
Our guests cooked the turkey and made a few other things, including pumpkin pie, and brought it over. I helped with my clean-as-you-go skills, so all I have left to do is take out the trash and put away clean dishes.
Rascal T. Brat came out eventually to join the party and hang out with us. However, Dr. Tibo Bat went into hiding the entire time, and we never saw him. It’s amazing how a cat so huge can hide so efficiently in a 2-bedroom apartment.
All of the food was good, but I did have my concerns. I didn’t want to over-eat, didn’t want to feel bloated in a sick way, AND I was eating late. I think we didn’t get to start eating until after 6:30pm, and I typically go to sleep between 7-8pm. I didn’t get to sleep until after 9:30pm.
All of these things can have a big negative impact on your blood-glucose readings, something of which I’ve been proud in recent weeks, along with my weight loss.
J made me a plate, keeping in mind that I could not eat all that much. On top of what is pictured here, I also had an extra spoon of mashed potatoes and one piece of pumpkin pie.
So you can imagine me in the morning, sweating about what my number would end up being. So I chugged some water and braced myself for a higher number; I was thinking maybe 135-145.
I was so very surprised and pleased to see a 99. How did I do it? Portion control and lots of water. Water is all that I drink, with the occasional exception of one cup of coffee with 3 cubes of sugar. Getting rid of as many processed foods as possible also helps.
I thought for sure that the potatoes and pie would have done me in. I didn’t even feel bloated.
This is the first Thanksgiving I’ve had, where I didn’t feel sick afterward from eating too much.
As for my weight, it went up ever-so-slightly to 198.2. I don’t let the scale bother me if it goes up slightly. I counter this by evaluating yesterday’s consumption, identifying a potential problem, and dealing with it.
In other words, Thanksgiving didn’t ruin my weight loss or blood-glucose progress.
I’m thankful for being relatively healthy, for having a place to live in a world where so many go without, and for the chance to write this entry.
I’m also thankful for my family members, including Rascal T. Brat and Dr. Tibo Bat.
I am thankful for the music that has moved me over the decades.
And I’m thankful for the friends in my life. Some are reading this right now. I have friends stationed all over the world. They’re musicians or otherwise creative and they bring something happy to the world.
If I have ever listened to any of your music, know that I am grateful.
ANOTHER COVER CLIP
The world doesn’t have patience for a full-blown music video, where I might play guitar, bass, or keyboard along with a song. Today’s world is all about shorts and clips.
I made another one yesterday, but not everyone will get to see it, thanks to our brutal and unreasonable copyright laws.
The song I covered is ABACAB by Genesis, and it’s basically an instrumental break that occurs in the song.
The problem, it seems, is that the copyright holder has decided that not everyone can see my video. Hell, even I can’t see it in some places. It shows up in my history and other playlists, but it won’t show up in Watch Later. Maybe YouTube thinks my TV lives in another region.
I’m going to post a link to it below, but be forewarned that you might not be able to watch it.
They should not be doing this to me for a clip, because nobody is going to watch this and say to themselves, “You know, I COULD go buy that song or album, or I could go listen to it on their official YouTube channel, but instead I’m just going to stay right here and listen to this 20-second clip over and over again.
That’s not how reality works, but it’s representative of how the copyright system functions.
And I’m not trying to monetize it, either! I’m just sharing my passion for the music.
The video is below. If you can or cannot see it, please do let me know, along with some idea of your general region [don’t be too specific!]. Thanks for watching! I do appreciate you being here.
It won’t even let ME view it here, so I don’t have much hope of you seeing it.
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