Well, this was certainly a good day.

First, let me thank everyone who called or sent text messages wishing me a happy birthday. It really meant a lot to get such a simple gesture, and I’m so deeply honored to call you family.

The day itself went well. We ended up having nine people for dinner, which felt good since we almost only had four people, and neither my mother nor I had ever had a small Thanksgiving. It’s really just outside of our experience. Considering my father was the youngest of six children, I doubt he ever had a small one either, but he’s much more adaptable than us.

Dinner came out perfectly. I mean absolutely perfect, down to the tinest background flavor. It was nice to have the option of helping where I wanted to, and watching the Macy’s parade when I didn’t feel like it. Have to say, the director they got for the television broadcast this year was awful. I mean, really terrible. Matt Lauer would point something out, and the camera would be showing something entirely different. When they had somebody on a float talking or singing, the camera would often be on somebody else who was just dancing or hanging on and waving. Don’t get me wrong, I loved watching it, but that’s one of those things that you don’t want to screw up.

The stuff from the musicals was pretty kewl. Had a preview of one of the songs from the Young Frankenstein show. It was ok, but very old-school Broadway in it’s sound. If you like that sort of thing, it’s all for you. Also, I think Inga should have been showing more cleavage, but I admit that’s personal taste and no reflection on actual production value. What amazed me is that they did all of this without stagehands who, like the writers, are on strike at the moment.

Spent a lot of time talking with my Uncle Joe. I’ve really, in the past couple of years, started to appreciate the wisdom and faith he brings to life and passes on to those around them. I don’t know if it’s a sign of my growing up that I recognize more the value of the lessons that he has, or simply that enough years of hearing them has finally made me wise enough to listen very hard, but the messages of love and the premium he places on thought and common sense have really begun to mean something, and I realize as I write this how close I came to losing him and how much more he has to teach me. Like my Uncle Tony, who I also almost lost just weeks ago. Like my Uncle Jack who I did lose years ago, but still claim to this day that what I know about how a classy gentleman acts, I learned from him.

Otherwise, it’s been a beautiful, relaxing day. I would have prefered it a little colder (I got snow flurries in Orlando for my birthday last year), but you take what you can get. Got to show my father the first episode of Supernatural, which he likes and wants to watch more of this weekend. We also watched a couple of Torchwood episodes. If any of you know any cute girls with Welsh accents, please point them in my direction.

Probably going to go to sleep in the reasonably near future. I could talk about my birthday presents, or what I drank, or the problems I’m having with my own computer (I’m using my mom’s right now), or any other number of innocuous things, but I think instead I’ll leave you with a quote from Bobby Sands. As we move from a day for thanks into a season of hope, remember that while none of us are perfect, there is a time that we can reach within and touch the best that humanity has to offer.

“Our revenge will be the laughter of our children.” – Bobby Sands