Dateline Van Merc Hill: Thanksgiving with Emily and Joe’s family is a lot like NERFA; I spend the day in my jammies, I don’t go outside, there’s lots of music, and I stay up late with other people. Friday is the day of rest between first and second Thanksgiving. I attempted to edit photos starting soon after I blogged. I continued to try until almost 3 AM. I never succeeded. We did succeed in watching The Muppets, the 2011 reboot. I feel guilty saying so but I like it more than the original Muppet Movie. I was a skeptic when it came out but it won me over. This was my first time seeing it since I saw it in the theater. The ratio of children to adults was higher this time. In the theater it was 1 child, The Boy, and four adults, Mark, Carolann, Meg and me. This time it was four children, Maggie, Cate, Elie, and Little G, to three adults, Emily, Kathryn, and me. It was Little G’s first time seeing it, she wasn’t born when the movie came out. The movie is still magic as it’s a film about the Muppets being magic. We want the Muppets back as much as Walter. He’s right, as long as there are singing frogs, joking bears, a Swedish Chef, and boomerang fish, the world can’t be too bad.
Then there is this; the greatest existential internal dialogue since “To be or not to be.” I ask myself this every day.
I slept late this morning, I usually wake up as soon as breakfast is ready. There was still quiche and coffee left so all was well. I started my day with coffee and chocolate Irish Crème. That’s how you can tell it’s Thanksgiving or Falcon Ridge. It’s the only way.
This morning we had a visit from Julie, who I usually only see at Falcon Ridge. That’s a preview for tonight when we’ll be joined by Julie and other FRFF/Buddha-Pest friends, Kathy, Mel, Phil & Tricia, Carolyn, Eileen, and Jim, and maybe Ethan. This is very good for my mental health.
They are rewatching The Muppets so I’ll finish this and rejoin the throng. There are negative things going on out there but no evil comes into Van Merc Hill; “a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep, or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all.” Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear and sadness.
Wise Madness 