My Thanksgiving
Made a trip north yesterday to spend the evening with my grandfather and my 108-year-old great-grandmother. Up early today to enjoy another Thanksgiving.
My day consists of the following: catch Bobby at 1:00, clean, catch a quarter of the Cowboys game, convince my sister to watch Hannah and Her Sisters, forget about the Razorbacks, at least until 7:00 a.m tomorrow, blog, send e-mail greetings to friends far away, avoid shopping, avoid the use of the word shopping, read The Lay of the Land, meet up with family for lots of good food, wish my baby sister a Happy Birthday!, she's 23, drink wine, and to be thankful for it all, both near (my family, my work, my friendships, the people I love, my good memories, my passions, and the ArkTimes guys who made this blog happen) and far (Vermont, that Woody Allen still makes movies, that Robert Altman made one last great one, that Richard Ford, Philip Roth, Zadie Smith, Colson Whitehead, Ian McEwan, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Michael Chabon, and John Banville still write; that Nadine Gordimer, Richard Yates, Andre Dubus, Eudora Welty and Walker Percy will always remain in print; Michael Mann, Todd Field, Martin Scorsese, Terence Malick, Alejandro Gonzalez Innaritu, Ang Lee, Wes Anderson, and Spike Lee, the best in the film directing business; Patrick Marber, William Monhan, and Guillermo Arriaga for the sharpest scripts of 2006; and P. Martin, A.O. Scott, David Edelstein, Anthony Lane and Manohla Dargis for their criticism.)
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who reads this blog. I sincerely appreciate your interest and your comments. This blog is yours as much as it mine. Let's keep working to make it better.
