Happy Thanksgiving, everyone

[BlueTrain]

Though I may not be posting these days, happy Thanksgiving to all just the same.

[BillRey]

Thank you and Happy Thankgiving to you also

[jbeegoode]

Back at you and to all. I'm grateful to hear that you are alive and well. Hadn't seen any of your banter lately and grew concerned for your health. Reading,"Oh, to be seventy again," is a red flag. 
Jbee

[John P]

Best wishes, everyone.

And here's a seasonal verse, with a naturist reference at the end to keep it relevant.

Uncle Dave’s Grace

by Peter Berryman

Thanksgiving day Uncle Dave was our guest
He reads the Progressive which makes him depressed
We asked Uncle Dave if he’d like to say grace
A dark desolation crept over his face

Thanks he began as he gazed at his knife
To poor Mr. Turkey for living his life
All crowded and cramped in a great metal shed
Where life was a drag then they cut off his head

Thanks he went on for the grapes in my wine
Picked by sick women of seventy nine
Scrambling all morning for bunch after bunch
Then brushing the pesticide off of their lunch

Thanks for the stuffing all heaped on my fork
Shiny with sausage descended from pork
I think of the trucks full of pigs that I see
And can’t help but wonder what they think of me

Continuing, I’d like to thank if you please
Our salad bowl hacked out of tropical trees
And for this mahogany table and chair
We thank all the jungles that used to be there

For cream in our coffee and milk in our mugs
We thank all the cows full of hormones and drugs
Whose calves are removed at a very young age
And force-fed as veal in a minuscule cage

Oh thanks for the furnace that heats up these rooms
And thanks for the rich fossil fuel it consumes
Corrupting the atmosphere ounce after ounce
But we’re warm and toasty and that is what counts

I’m grateful he said for these clothes on my back
Lovely and comfy and cheap off the rack
Fashioned in warehouses noisy and cold
In China by seamstresses seven years old

And thanks for my silverware setting that shines
In memory of miners who died in the mines
Worn down by the shoveling of tailings in piles
Whose runoff destroys all the rivers for miles

We thank the reactors for our chandelier
Although the plutonium won’t disappear
For hundreds of decades it still will be there
But a few more Chernobyls and who’s gonna care

Sighed Uncle Dave though there’s more to be told
The wine’s getting warm and the bird’s getting cold
And with that he sat down as he mumbled again
Thank you for everything, amen

We felt so guilty when he was all through
It seemed there was one of two things we could do
Live without food in the nude in a cave
Or next year have someone say grace besides Dave

[jbeegoode]

"Live without food in the nude in a cave"
Whew...

I think that I'm going off of the grid...literally, to keep from doing it figuratively.

The world has changed. How's about nude in a house with solar power and a garden outside? DF and I will be setting up side-dishes, ignoring her daughter's turkey. Is this why I feel such gratitude when I'm out in nature, nude in a tent?

Whew...
Jbee

[John P]

It's actually a song, and here it is performed by the Naturist Society Opera and Musical Theater SIG! Yes, the sound isn't great.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7EmF8MzbhY

[jbeegoode]

Thank you for the internet, where I find solutions, not only for problems, but the continued enhancement and understanding of my life. Where clarity comes with overwhelming confusion. Where controversy finds peace with greater understanding. Where I find the new, the bizarre, the useful, in abundance. Where a friend can be made, and a lone individual can find others of his own ilk and become a piece of a movement. Thank-you FRN for the warmth and good tidings, this gathering around this potbelly stove, where conversation is thoughtful and entertaining.

Now internet, what about the popup's, the spies, the manipulators creating misunderstanding and twisting truth. The dishonest, the corporate takeover and management of privacy and information. The government's inability to to stand up to its owner/donors and its own greed and protect our freedoms and the most personal expressions. The monopolization of the economic order and dehumanization of us all based on making a buck...not much gratitude there, billionaires.

Guess its like anything else when you put humans into a mix.

Thank-you for putting up with some of my more elongated rants.
Jbee