Happy Thanksgiving. Not much more to say than that. I’m spending my day at the press, printing new works for an exhibition I’m in that opens on the 6th of December. Not much time between now and then, and so here I am, but I’m happy to be here. There were Shaker spirituals playing on the stereo a moment ago, and now it’s Jay Ungar & Molly Mason, and before that it was Jane Siberry. The cat’s hanging out with me and there are pleasant stirrings in the house. I’m quite content.
Thanksgiving should be this way: a day spent doing what is most important to you. We’ll gather later with the family for dinner and complete the day in the company of those we love. What could be better? At the table, I’ll think of all I’m thankful for, and it will include all of you, for liking what we do, for letting us be a part of your days.
I wish you a day that makes you as happy as mine is making me. Happy Thanksgiving.
John
Image: Thanksgiving circa 1973. We had company from Connecticut. After dinner, almost everyone found a spot and fell soundly asleep. Contentedness was in the air.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and the fam!