that was me swallowing my homesickness when i just saw some recipes for thanksgiving and realised how soon it is. at home. how soon the cold, crispy dawn will break with frost patterns on the windows and the leaves all turning scrispy. the indian corn and pumpkins, the gourds and hallowe'en motifs in the windows and on the sidewalks of roncesvalles.
this year, maybe i have more reason than ever to celebrate thanksgiving. the question is, should i barbecue the turkey?
and p.s.
there is a song that is so super awesome possum. when i was in university, a friend of mine made me a mixed tape of all sorts of folk music and one song's lyrics ran something like this:
corn and potatoes, peanuts, strawberries
who gave them to us?
can anyone tell me?
before columbus, before the pilgrims,
these things and more all came from the indians:
the hopi the haida,
yes yes,
the inca the maya,
yes yes
the arawak the iroquois,
yes yes yes yes yes
there's lots more and i tried to google it to find out the entire lyrics and link to them, but (surprise, surprise!) it seems to be very obscure. i gotta go search for that mixed tape. if i can find it, that'll be another reason to celebrate. if i could find the maker of that tape, andrew whitney wilson, that would be another one. alas, some people seem lost forever.
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You choke me up sometimes.
*big hugs* being passed through networks of electrons and cables and air waves and space/time.
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