Newscoma

Okay, I realize that sometimes I’m a bit melodramatic. I think I should have been hired as an extra on shows like “The Love Boat” or “Vegas” (that was Dan Tanna, right?)

How’s that for random?

I’ve been thinking about the Thanksgiving holiday. As much as a I adore Halloween, and I appreciate that we have a day that we are supposed to wake up and go “Wow, I’m thankful, by golly. I’m going to eat a big bird, watch football and avoid cranberry salad” it just doesn’t bowl me over like other holidays. As a kid, when you were supposed to make those pilgrim’s hats in kindergarten out of construction paper and something strange like a paper plate, I always felt melancholy.

Now, that’s a lie. I had no idea what melancholy meant at 5-years-old. My happiness level had to do with whether or not I got to play the cymbals during the music part of the day. Man, I loved the cymbals and hated playing the triangle. Now, that was just plain torture, playing that goofy triangle. I was a cymbals girl.

But, nonetheless I still hated that damn pilgrim hat. I would have much rather have made the boy pilgrim hat, but no, we were stuck with this atrocity.
The one thing I do like about Thanksgiving is that it kicks off the holidays and, if you can find your best chi, people tend to be more cheerful right after Turkey Day. As it gets closer to Christmas, I think people get more stressed although I have nothing to back that up other than 40 odd years on the planet.
So, as I tend to do, I looked up Thanksgiving Zombies. I didn’t really find anything (I do this to amuse me, remember that.) I’m still on the hunt. I think that would cheer me up immensely, although I’m actually already pretty cheery.
But I did find this one sentence in a story about gasoline (one I’m not 100 percent buying, incidentally) that said this:

The most significant change is that the Pentagon will open unused military airspace from Florida to Maine to create “a Thanksgiving express lane” for commercial airliners.

I don’t know why I find that unusual, but I did.

Here’s your arbitrary blog post of the week. From Dan Tanna to the Thanksgiving Express Lane in just few scant seconds.