If you're in a bind at the table today, try Philmont Grace. It might have all we need to be thankful for today...



For food,

yor raiment,

for life,

for opportunity,

for friendship and fellowship,

we thank thee oh Lord.



Amen.

Good morning.



Happy Thanksgiving everyone.



Although today for me, I will have some frozen pizza and then go to work.



I really need to get myself organized and look for a new job next year. Hopefully something with more normal hours.

Who decided to have the Cowboys play the Jets on Thanksgiving? Is that even fair?



And for the ATL contingent, if you don't have NFL Network, the Colts-Falcons game should be simulcast on a local channel.

Happy Thanksgiving Mondo.

Driving in to work, I finally got to hear the Naomi Wolf interview that Randi did. And it was only 50 minutes (44 if you count the start of the show hour at :06), not the full hour.

Good evening everyone (I guess that means you, Livin ). Dinner was a great success; as always, there was too much food. The family has left, though, and now we can relax and watch the game and wait for friends to drop by.



I guess I should be thankful I still have family nearby, and family that I can get along with. I feel more thankful for friends, however. Unlike family, they have a choice and they choose to be a friend.



When it comes to being thankful, it's too easy to look at the obvious things. A good job, love, this blog (and the board)... they're the easy ones. It's harder to be thankful when things aren't going so well, and harder to remember these simple ones when things are going well:



I'm thankful I have legs that work so I can walk in the sunshine and cold and rain.

I'm thankful I have arms that work so I can do the hard work that needs to get done.

I'm thankful I have eyes that work so I can see the world in all it's beauty and misery.

I'm thankful I have ears that work so I can listen to music and the hateful words of our miserable "leaders".

I'm thankful I can smell and taste...

I'm thankful I can play my own music when there isn't any around.

I'm thankful I was borne to intelligent involved parents that made sure my brain and my soul were well fed when I was growing.

I'm thankful I am a liberal so I can feel the hurt and need of others, rather than wonder why people don't just eat cake.



And finally - I'm thankful for every year I get older, because the alternative is worse. :)

I'm hanging in there. Too bad I can't watch football though, but with the crushing the Jets are getting from the evil Cowboys maybe it's better I can's see it.



It's a quiet night tonight as MSG is just running Knicks and Rangers Bios which just involve me changing tapes every half-hour.



How was BobR's finicky brother?

Hey folks....here at last. The Wingnuts-in-law were not too raging this evening. We were actually all being civil and fawning over a family friends' newborn daughter. That usually takes the edge off potential familial political food fights.



Anyway...I can't resist posting this. to any usurpers, we all know the Pilgrims invented Thanksgiving!!!



The Thanksgiving in Boston Harbor

by Hezekiah Butterworth





“PRAISE ye the Lord!” The psalm to-day

Still rises on our ears,

Borne from the hills of Boston Bay

Through five times fifty years,

When Winthrop’s fleet from Yarmouth crept

Out to the open main,

And through the widening waters swept,

In April sun and rain.

“Pray to the Lord with fervent lips,”

The leader shouted, “pray;”

And prayer arose from all the ships

As faded Yarmouth Bay.



They passed the Scilly Isles that day,

And May-days came, and June,

And thrice upon the ocean lay

The full orb of the moon.

And as that day, on Yarmouth Bay,

Ere England sunk from view,

While yet the rippling Solent lay

In April skies of blue,

“Pray to the Lord with fervent lips,”

Each morn was shouted, “pray;”

And prayer arose from all the ships,

As first in Yarmouth Bay;



Blew warm the breeze o’er Western seas,

Through Maytime morns, and June,

Till hailed these souls the Isles of Shoals,

Low ’neath the summer moon;

And as Cape Ann arose to view,

And Norman’s Woe they passed,

The wood-doves came the white mists through,

And circled round each mast.

“Pray to the Lord with fervent lips,”

Then called the leader, “pray;”

And prayer arose from all the ships,

As first in Yarmouth Bay.



Above the sea the hill-tops fair—

God’s towers—began to rise,

And odors rare breathe through the air,

Like balms of Paradise.

Through burning skies the ospreys flew,

And near the pine-cooled shores

Danced airy boat and thin canoe,

To flash of sunlit oars.

“Pray to the Lord with fervent lips,”

The leader shouted, “pray!”

Then prayer arose, and all the ships

Sailed into Boston Bay.



The white wings folded, anchors down,

The sea-worn fleet in line,

Fair rose the hills where Boston town

Should rise from clouds of pine;

Fair was the harbor, summit-walled,

And placid lay the sea.

“Praise ye the Lord,” the leader called;

“Praise ye the Lord,” spake he.

“Give thanks to God with fervent lips,

Give thanks to God to-day,”

The anthem rose from all the ships,

Safe moored in Boston Bay.



“Praise ye the Lord!” Primeval woods

First heard the ancient song,

And summer hills and solitudes

The echoes rolled along.

The Red Cross flag of England blew

Above the fleet that day,

While Shawmut’s triple peaks in view

In amber hazes lay.

“Praise ye the Lord with fervent lips,

Praise ye the Lord to-day,”

The anthem rose from all the ships

Safe moored in Boston Bay.



The Arabella leads the song—

The Mayflower sings below,

That erst the Pilgrims bore along

The Plymouth reefs of snow.

Oh! never be that psalm forgot

That rose o’er Boston Bay,

When Winthrop sang, and Endicott,

And Saltonstall, that day:

“Praise ye the Lord with fervent lips,

Praise ye the Lord to-day;”

And praise arose from all the ships,

Like prayers in Yarmouth Bay.



That psalm our fathers sang we sing,

That psalm of peace and wars,

While o’er our heads unfolds its wing

The flag of forty stars.

And while the nation finds a tongue

For nobler gifts to pray,

’T will ever sing the song they sung

That first Thanksgiving Day:

“Praise ye the Lord with fervent lips,

Praise ye the Lord to-day;”

So rose the song from all the ships,

Safe moored in Boston Bay.



Our fathers’ prayers have changed to psalms,

As David’s treasures old

Turned, on the Temple’s giant arms,

To lily-work of gold.

Ho! vanished ships from Yarmouth’s tide,

Ho! ships of Boston Bay,

Your prayers have crossed the centuries wide

To this Thanksgiving Day!

We pray to God with fervent lips,

We praise the Lord to-day,

As prayers arose from Yarmouth ships,

But psalms from Boston Bay.

I'm heading in...off to the mines in the morning.



Hold down the fort, Livin. Keep smiling, some days it's all you can do.



Kim out! :peace:

The ATL contingent is watching Forrest Gump (on the History Channel!!). It's a perfect Thanksgiving movie. The cuts and dubbed in audio are a little aggravating though...



We're thinking about you Livin - hang in there... :hug2:

I guess Camille is a good judge of character.



It's hard to watch a movie on basic cable with all the cuts and bleeps. It's interesting when I've been in Canada and even the broadcast channels run movies unedited (although you still have to suffer with commercial breaks).



It's good to have a quiet night at home on a holiday when every thing's done.

Hey, who's minding the store today? (Friday)