Being Thankful (and Impatient)

I think it’s important to be thankful every day, as much as possible, and for the most part, there’s a lot to be thankful for. That said, I have nothing against picking one day to be particularly thankful, and anyway, if it weren’t for Thanksgiving I don’t know if I’d ever eat pumpkin pie, and that’s definitely something to be thankful for.

We spent Thanksgiving Day with the wife’s parents, who live just a mile away, and it was one of the more enjoyable Thanksgivings I remember in awhile. We were off the hook for bringing anything, since we didn’t know if we were going to make it or not. The plan was that if the baby came then I’d go over and get some plates to go, but as it happens the baby is still hanging out so we got to fill up on turkey and stuffing and good company. Good job, baby.

Of course, now that we got to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner it’s time for you to stop laying about, baby. Tuesday was the “not before” date, and you got past that admirably, and Thursday was the official due date, and you let us enjoy a nice family dinner. But now it’s Friday, baby, and I feel like maybe you lack motivation, or maybe you’re just lazy. Whatever the case may be, we’re getting impatient waiting for you, so really, any time now. Today would be fine. Really.

So today is Friday, and all the snow has melted, and it’s raining. Mr. Ten was disappointed that the snow is disappearing, but we told him that we almost never get snow in November, anyway, and it was surely a good sign of things to come in terms of a cold, snowy winter. And since he’s into technicalities, we pointed out that it is still autumn, after all, to which he replied that winter should really just start on the first day that it snows, and that summer, in turn, should begin on the first day that it’s really sunny and hot.

Sometimes it’s hard to argue with ten-year-old logic, even when said logic is pretty ridiculous.

While we spend today waiting for that lazy baby, we’ll go out for a walk in the woods with Georgie (our 1 1/2 year old German Shorthair Pointer), and we’ll finally get around to raking the leaves in the yard, and maybe I’ll even borrow the neighbor’s ladder so I can clear out the gutters, and the wife will do some weeding and, for the most part, we’ll keep busy. But really we’ll be looking at our watches and saying “Gee, I really wish that baby would get with the program already.”

I mean really, baby. Any time now.