Though we had a open invitation to a "stray cat" Thanksgiving meal today, J and I realized as the morning progressed that we felt very content spending the day together and going no farther than the mountain for a sunset hike. So that's what we did.
Thanksgiving was different in the past. Thanksgiving will be different in the future. But the Thanksgiving of the present wasn't affected by either looking back or projecting ahead. I just felt thankful for all the experiences we get to have over the course of our lifetimes, all the people we get to know and love and even be challenged by, all the miles we get to cover, all the sunsets and moonrises we get to watch.
"Well I'm thankful to live with a woman who ditches Thanksgiving plans for a hike in the mountains" proclaimed J, scrambling over a patch of frosty prickly pear.
On the way back into the casita we did grab one of our pumpkins off the doorstep to make a fresh pie (currently in the oven) and I cooked up a cranberry/apple/ginger chutney to accompany our dahl and rice. Aren't those the two best parts of the meal anyway?