Fall is officially here.
If there is anything that Oregon does properly (besides blackberries and rusty cars) it’s fall. Wind pours through the streets. Rain comes in tremendous storms and then vanishes. Trees sob red leaves onto the sidewalk, and they scramble over each other like live technicolor mice. It’s my favorite time of year, and it makes me feel kind of lyrical.
You might have guessed that.
Because the Willamette Valley isn’t any great purveyor of snow, the temperature in autumn is generally about as close as we get to winter. This means that when that nip creeps into the air, I immediately start feeling festive. It’s like, everything is dying! Hooray! Who wants to go shopping for presents? Already the stores are filling up with Christmas decorations and the inevitable attempts at Thanksgiving merchandise. Yesterday I saw a turkey tablecloth. The cartoon turkey, clad in a pilgrim jacket and hat, looked uneasy about the whole situation. I didn’t blame him. I could see some well-intentioned parent buying that tablecloth and bringing it out every year in the triumphant name of tradition. Kids going through their angsty teenage years would stare at that cartoon turkey and transpose all of their adolescent hate onto it.
Actually, when I have teenagers, I fully intend to buy a tablecloth like that, just to annoy them. I’ll take pictures of them next to it, with their eyeliner and dyed hair and sturdy frowns, and I’ll put it in a scrapbook with the caption, “Bethany’s 14th Thanksgiving…having a Gobble Gobblin’ Good Time!!”
For some reason, I am completely enamored with Thanksgiving. Maybe even more than Christmas. I mean, it has the family togetherness of Christmas, the fun and silly little traditions, but it’s cheaper, easier, and far less pressure. Thanksgiving is like Christmas’s cool little brother, who may not have finished college but still gives better advice and throws a better party. When you go to Thanskgiving’s parties, it’s all, “Hey, man, what’s up? There’s some beer in the fridge, come and watch some funny YouTube videos with us.” When you go to Christmas’ parties, it’s all, “Hey, YOU were in charge of bringing the onion dip! I swear, I ask you to do one thing…I can’t even deal with this right now. The band is late and nobody knows how to hook up the disco ball. EVERYTHING IS RUINED FOREVER.”
Don’t get Christmas wrong. He really is a nice guy, and people can’t help but love him, and when his parties come together they really come together. He just stresses out a little too much, and maybe needs to chill out and enjoy the moment.
Anyway. That got kind of weird pretty quickly. Really, I just wanted to say that I am jonesin’ for the holidays, Thanksgiving especially. I’m ready for some turkey and football and cooking at 9:00 AM.
What are your favorite holidays?