Today is Sunday, November 29, and the long Thanksgiving weekend of 2020 is drawing to a close.
For many of you, the four-day weekend may not have its usual significance. Perhaps you’ve been working from home, or (if you’re less fortunate) hit by the wave of layoffs that accompanied the COVID-19 pandemic. Hopefully you and your loved ones have stayed healthy, at least.
I usually celebrate Thanksgiving with extended family. That was not the case this year. I rarely listen to government officials about anything. But even I decided to heed the advice—the pleas, really—to eschew large gatherings this Thanksgiving.
(I never win anything good; but I’ve been known to win the negative lottery. Had I attended a large family gathering, I would surely have either a.) caught COVID there, or b.) unknowingly contracted it last Wednesday, just in time to wipe out all of my family members.)
I didn’t really mind missing Thanksgiving. It has never been my favorite holiday. Turkey? Meh. I wouldn’t starve to avoid eating turkey; but a turkey to me is little more than a glorified chicken. Not inedible, but nothing to get excited about, either.
Another thing about Thanksgiving: this is the holiday known for political arguments that cause longtime friends and loved ones to shout things like, “Never darken my door again!”
And given the way 2020 has gone, there isn’t much to talk about this year but COVID or politics. My extended family is more or less evenly split between people who would have voted for Trump, and those who would have voted for Biden. Watching my relatives impale each other with salad forks doesn’t sound like my idea of a good time. So, once again: hard pass on Thanksgiving 2020.
I hope the holiday weekend went well for you, though—or as well as could have been expected.