Thanksgiving has got to be my favorite holiday — and this year I had one-of-the-best, if not the best Thanksgiving I have ever had!
Now I know that this particular essay will come out as November 15th — 2 weeks before my November 29th installment (for any regular readers who wish me to mind my Ps and Qs [and I know that November’s profferings have been pretty limited for the most part {it‘s been inundation on my part and computer travails for Publisher Arash}])
— but we’ve finally got the ball rolling again (I hope).
In addition — I’ve been a bit stalled for ideas: I’ve wanted to write about Obama’s impotence; the price of gold skyrocketing; that things aren’t improving on the American landscape (as much as people would like us to think so); and, the bank of Dubai’s recent revelation about their deficit spending — but nothing has really moved me to write about anything — until this most delicious Thanksgiving spent in Santa Rosa with Giti’s friends (and mine): Sue and Afagh.
Normally I would utilize Thanksgiving to bemoan the genocide perpetrated by White immigrants to America on the indigenous people (these would be the non-immigrant types for all-of-those Mayflower descendents), particularly after the San Manuel Tribe’s recent infomercials that actually depict attempts to annihilate them…but Thursday’s dinner was so stupendous — that I can’t bring myself to get upset about anything.
Everything seems right in-the-world.
Giti and I went for a nice long walk into downtown Santa Rosa where each maple tree attempted to outdo the others — in a fiery flashout of brilliant, dying color. I was reminded of Jim, Jimi and Janis — and how so many of our great artists are not unlike the autumnal maple. In fact I was caught up in a whirlwind of these fiery leaves — I felt, for a moment, like a demon entering a new dimension — and finding a mother lode of ripe walnuts — was the icing on this cake-of-a-walk.
Yesterday I found a long-lost soul brother — and we talked music for hours! We had almost all-of-the-same music roots in common — and, it is rare to meet someone who respects the Fish-led MARILLION like I do.
Today Giti and I went to Alfred Hitchcock’s Bodega Bay — yet another slice of California pie that borders on heaven. Whether it was the wind tossed sea; the salt air; the hiking trails; the panoramic views; or, the herd of seaside deer — led by a 10-12 point buck (I couldn’t be sure) — everything seemed absolutely right with the world — I had entered my vision of eternity.
Then we stopped at The Tides to enjoy some of the world’s greatest oysters on the half-shell — with superlative clam chowder and washed down with wine and beer.
Sometimes one has to express one’s joys and give thanks to move the writing process along!