Thanksgiving Weekend
November 2009
I?d been really depressed, which was uncharacteristic. The problem had stemmed from a day job that was helping me to pay off some 14 months of domestic and international travel and, to be completely honest, a whole hell of a lot of dicking off. When it finally came time to pay the piper, I found myself with three viable job offers on the table ? in a recession, no less, after having dicked off for a solid 14 months as previously mentioned. I share this not with the intention of boasting, mind you, but to relay the absolute fact that of those offers, I chose the wrong job and, as a result, I quickly became miserable. And for the first time in nearly a decade, I acknowledged that I was depressed. Months passed. Thanksgiving arrived. I discovered that while I had been traveling, a good friend had died. I’d left her voicemails after the fact, knowing nothing about her demise at the time. Life can be so unfair. But that Thanksgiving morning, Robin and I had volunteered at a food bank and then retired to various parties and friend’s feasts to drink our separate days away, and the morning of volunteering had lifted my spirits not inconsiderably. Thanksgiving passed.