Grateful Heart Monday

Welcome to another entry in my Grateful Heart Monday series, where gratitude is always the only focus of my writing, which for today is for the meal my partner Chris prepared this year for a few friends and I on Thanksgiving Day and the day trip we took together the next day for my first visit ever to the Columbus Zoo.

While my entry two days ago talked much about the sadness I felt during Thanksgiving weekend, I wanted to shift the focus today onto what gratitude I had during the same holiday weekend. Ironically, Chris and I weren’t even originally meant to be home for the Thanksgiving holiday weekend. We had reservations at a bed and breakfast on the coast of Lake Michigan. Unfortunately, COVID thwarted that, which left us home for the holiday. But, instead of choosing to dine out locally as an alternative, we opted to have a hearty Thanksgiving meal in the cozy confines of our home instead.

Chris is a wonderful cook I must say. He truly has the patience and joy for it, while I, on the other hand, most certainly don’t. Which is precisely why I was filled with plenty of gratitude for the bountiful traditional Thanksgiving feast he prepared for the two of us and the two of our friends on Thanksgiving Day. His delicious meal ultimately reminded me of the ones my Grandmother prepared at her home for our family during my childhood. In fact, I’ll go so far as to say that the 14lb turkey Chris cooked was perfectly prepared! Add in the homemade mac and cheese and deviled eggs that our friend Manny brought for the feast and the homemade pumpkin pie that our friend Frank brought to finish things off, I couldn’t be more grateful for the abundance of great food that day. And there was even a bonus piece of gratitude with the meal when our friend Denise stopped over later that night and brought us an incredibly tasty chocolate pie to enjoy, along with the pecan pie we had purchased at a local bakery.

As for the day after Thanksgiving, typically I hit a movie or two in the theater, dine out at some restaurant, and maybe even do a little shopping if motivated enough to catch one of those big sales. This year due to COVID, we decided to try something entirely different by taking a road trip from Toledo to the Columbus Zoo. Chris had never been there before, which was surprising to hear given he’s lived in Ohio his entire life. I had never been there either, so it was something new for the both of us. I was most definitely concerned though about both of our health issues, as lately our physical pain levels seem to be matching each other’s. He presently has been dealing with bone spurs in his lower back, which are going to be operated on in January, which is why he decided to get a motorized wheelchair once we arrived at the zoo. I, on the other hand, motivated myself to walk the entire zoo on foot. For as difficult as that was, I was grateful I did it, as it helped to elevate my spirit from what it had been that morning. Truth be told, I had almost let my pain fully govern my actions that morning by not going anywhere. Thus, I’m glad I didn’t listen to it because at the zoo, I saw many things I’d never seen before with the coolest one being a large tiger talking to Chris each time his motorized cart made this high pitch noise as he moved it backward. It was rather comical to witness. The second coolest thing I saw was a parent polar bear and its offspring playing quite roughly together. When the parent stood fully up on its legs, it was an amazing spectacle! And while our visit to the zoo wasn’t specifically to see the animals themselves, I enjoyed all of the species I saw. The true purpose our visit though was more so to see the holiday lights, which didn’t disappoint. Near the center of the zoo, there was a non-stop show of dazzling lights and music held around a large pond. It was probably the best lightshow I’ve ever seen since my days of visiting New York City and catching the lights on the side of Saks 5th Avenue!

So, for as much as I’ve been struggling with sadness during this normally meant to be festive season, there was some gratitude within it as well. I’m truly grateful to my partner for his Thanksgiving meal this year and for our trip to the Columbus Zoo, as both helped to boost my mood, enough so to dedicate today’s Grateful Heart Monday to them both.

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

Question For The Day

Today’s question is…

What do you miss the most about your childhood during the holiday season?

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson


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When A Festive Season Isn’t Feeling So Very Festive…

When a close friend of mine opted to not stop over on Thanksgiving evening after his own family celebration had ended, I was really disappointed and got totally down about it. But I eventually realized my sadness really wasn’t about him at all. The truth is, it was more about wishing I still had a family to celebrate a season that’s always meant to be so festive.

While I do have a partner and consider him family after almost nine years of being together, there remains a profound emptiness within me this season I can’t seem to shake. Thankfully, we did manage to festively decorate both the outside and inside of our home this year, yet even in all this brightly lit cheer, my spirits remain down. Whether that’s due to this pandemic continuing to rage on so viciously, or all the division and doubt that arose from this presidential election, or simply from the fact that having chronic physical pain with no answers and no relief for so long now has taken its final toll upon me I don’t know.

Truth be told, this was my very first Thanksgiving holiday weekend ever in my life where I didn’t go see any movie in one of the local theaters, tune into some part of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, go out to any stores for some Christmas shopping, or dine out at a restaurant for a Thanksgiving Day feast. Not experiencing any of that ultimately left me pondering the many Thanksgiving celebrations I enjoyed as a kid.

Thanksgiving weekends growing up were always one of my most favorite times of the year. I spent the majority of them at my Grandma Dawson’s home in Glen Cove on Long Island in New York. I have plenty of fond memories there where those holiday weekends always seemed to be rare times where my family came together with no drama whatsoever.

Our several hour drive there with holiday music playing in the car, eating lunch along the way at the same shiny silver diner once we crossed onto Long Island where I’d consistently order a delicious greasy breakfast or a turkey club and fries, finishing either with a huge piece of cake, then playing hours of ping-pong in my Grandmother’s basement upon arrival, smelling her homemade popovers baking in the oven early the next morning, watching every single moment of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade while eating them loaded with butter, dining on a huge turkey feast later that afternoon, pigging out on tasty desserts several hours after that, then playing board games and cards late into the holiday night, excitedly standing in a very long line at a jewelry store with my father the next morning where we always attempted to win a real diamond in a large bowl of mostly cubic zirconia, catching a blockbuster at the Galleria multiplex later that day, eating out at this fancy restaurant on the waterfront when it was over where I’d always get the most incredible slice of ricotta cheesecake, having awesome turkey leftover sandwiches the next day where I’d load stuffing and cranberries in between my slices of toast, taking walks and drives around the area to see all the holiday lights, then finally heading home on Sunday with gifts in tow to put under our tree, these are just some of the many tender memories I have of Thanksgiving weekends with my family growing up.

So yes, I miss that childhood family, even with all those addictions and mental health issues that plagued us. I consistently felt loved by them during each of these holiday seasons when they came around. While my parents may have had their serious shortcomings, it was this time of the year that I always felt loved and cared for. I only wish I felt that in my present life.

So, if you happen to have a family that you get to spend this holiday season with, please do your best to treasure and love them unconditionally. Cherish every moment you have with them, as there will come a time where you don’t have a holiday season with them anymore and are left with nothing but your beautiful memories of them. Memories that many of us in the world are holding onto dearly right now, especially during these trying times, and especially when a festive season isn’t feeling so very festive.

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson