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If holiday proficiency were graded, I would probably land a B-. I might have a better edge on Christmas because that is a national sport in Denmark, but Thanksgiving is not a holiday there and, if known at all, only as Black Friday Eve.
Since we don't have any in-house family traditions, I used to feel adrift on Thanksgiving. It became a weird day of sitting-it-out, a chance to do something that lasted four days without using vacation days, some good, some not so much.
We got the puppies two years in a row for Thanksgiving. We had parents being ill and passing away around Thanksgiving. Last year I celebrated the day in absentia in Denmark with my son, who had just started at Copenhagen International School, whereas the rest of our nucleus was stateside.
Fortunately and gratefully, we have also spent many of these holidays with our chosen family, those friends who have deemed us worthy to meet their families and who take it stride when I set the pork roast crackling on fire as long as I bring the caramelized potatoes. That will be our luck and saving grace this year again.
As you gear up for the turkey trot, burn, or stuffing, please enjoy this week's MICRO FICTION, which is all about how to end a story (yes, I am still stuck on that.) The WHAT I AM section dives in with Adele and Alice.
Happy Almost Thanksgiving!
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