Thanksgiving 2020: A Pandemic Holiday

Happy Thanksgiving

If I had to pick out one theme for our four days of Thanksgiving celebration, I couldn’t do much better than my child repeating “I can’t wait one more second” at decreasing intervals for hours. It really encapsulates the impatience, the demandingness, and the frequency of repetition that truly has driven me to the brink over this alleged holiday. 

When I heard my coworkers talking today about their “calm,” “relaxing,” “chill” long weekends spent watching movies, having a weekend away, maybe going out for walks or otherwise leisurely enjoying the weather, I felt like I had entered some strange parallel universe. Could they truly be talking about the same weekend I had just endured? “Frustrating,” “trying,” and “high-stress” would more accurately reflect my experience. Certainly I returned to work more exhausted, run-down, and hopeless than when I left for the long weekend — and that’s saying something, given how I was doing before. Continue Reading >>

Thanksgiving 2020 Pictures

Thanksgiving Dinner 2020
The tail end of our Thanksgiving dinner: The three of us in person and my parents on Zoom. I wouldn’t say a combined Zoom meal worked real well. You just can’t have a real conversation. But we still enjoyed the pie.
Ferguson Family Board Game Testing
We’re (okay, honestly I’m the most excited about this I think) creating our own board game. I’m putting way too much time into it for something that’s never going to go anywhere.
Benji's First D&D Adventure 2
On Saturday we created D&D characters and Ian DM’d our first adventure. It went surprisingly well. The hardest part was that Benji was so excited he couldn’t sit still, so I had him take breaks to run laps around the house.
Benji's First D&D Adventure 1
Benji is extremely excited to play D&D. He really wants a pet xorn or flumph. Preferably both.
Christmas Tree Farm 2020
A pandemic Christmas picture.
Christmas Tree Acquistion 2020
Sunday morning we acquired our Christmas tree. The u-cut lot was totally bare, so we had to settle for a pre-cut tree. It fit in our car, though! (If I look a little frayed, well, that’s accurate.)

The Longest Weekend

I remember back when the phrase long weekend meant good things to me. It meant a couple days of sleeping in, maybe going for a bike ride if the weather was nice, going for walks with Ian, reading books. Thanksgiving weekend meant a nice long day cooking, eating, and playing Rummy Royal or Scrabble. Such a relaxing break from the usual grind!

Now, little strikes fear into my heart like the phrase long weekend. Some people wish for 25 hours in a day, right? Well, I’d be happy to loan them our darling beloved child, because I swear days actually are longer with him. Alas, that comes with the caveat that you’ll get a negative amount done, because not only will no productive work happen, you’ll actually end up with more to do cleaning up at the end than when you started.

The remainder of this is a parental whine, which makes me wonder if whining is contagious. If so, I’m sure to catch it, because I had some serious exposure this weekend.