Monday, October 12, 2009

action de grâces

French people don't do Thanksgiving, which is one reason I could never stay here forever, no matter how much I'm going to miss the eclairs. It would be hard to imagine a more perfect holiday than Thanksgiving: beautiful weather, wool sweaters, cranberry sauce, cousins and none of the ridiculous Christmas hoopla. My family makes a dry turkey and capture the flag afterward feel positively sacramental, and I missed them this weekend.

But. Even in this country which is so uncivilized as not to know about pumpkin pie, I'm thankful for:

  • nuns on bicycles
  • my orange scarf and the brother who wove it for me
  • rainy days, herbal tea and essay collections
  • companionable silences
  • this view from my window:

2 comments:

  1. 果然很有意思呀....這當然要頂一頂呀 ̄﹏ ̄........................................

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