November 30 – each day, all the year

each day, all the year
Oh how I Hate Ohio State
Game Changes Nothing

I was about to start this line with “I am sorry but I like University of Michigan Football.”

I am not sorry.

There is nothing to be sorry about it.

The CEO of GANNETT once said, “33% of the population of the United States are rabid sports fans. 100% of sports fans in the United States think every IN THE United States are rabid sports fans.

I understand that.

And I am not sorry I like Michigan Football.

I am not a ‘Michigan Nut.”

I do not own a pair of MAIZE and BLUE checked golf pants.

I own very few MICHGAN branded items.

I do make sure that my shirts and sweat shirts say just MICHIGAN.

I do make sure that the word is printed on in a straight line.

No arced MICHGAN.

No BIG HOUSE.

No Block M’s.

No fancy lettering.

For me, it’s tradition,

Back when my older brother’s and sister’s went to Michigan, you had a choice of T Shirts.

Blue MICHIGAN on GOLD and Gold MICHIGAN on Blue.

This style is getting rare these days but the wife understands.

And I understand that this isn’t for everyone.

I come by this tradition honestly.

Grandpa Hoffman graduated from Michigan in 1911.

My Dad graduated in 1942.

5 of my brothers and all 3 sisters graduated from Michigan.

I graduated in 1983 from Michigan.

3 Brothers-in-Law and 2 Sisters-in-law graduated from Michigan.

Not sure, but I think 6 or 7 nephews and nieces are now Alumni.

So I make no apology.

I like Michigan Football.

I hate Ohio State.

GO BLUE.

Enough said.

November 29 – Thanksgiving, give thanks

Thanksgiving, give thanks
given much, why deserve this …
generosity?

Being Dutch, I think that I am always standing on thin ice.

The ice is transparent and crystal clear.

While I am standing firmly, I know I am on ice and I can see through the ice to the deep water on the other side of the ice.

And maybe, the ice I am standing on is melting.

It is difficult for me to just celebrate.

I can lose myself in the moment, sure.

But at some point I will look down and think about the thin ice.

If I was anal enough, and maybe I am, I could take a yellow pad and write down everything in my life that I am thankful for.

Thankful to God for all his many gifts.

At some point, I have to look at the other side of the ledger.

I have to ask, why me?

Why do I deserve this generosity?

It is certain that nothing I have done to earn such a reward.

I cannot answer that question.

I am reminded of something that Ben Franklin wrote in a letter to a friend.

Ben wrote, “Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, and which incorporates itself with the grapes to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy!”

Ben certainly wasn’t Dutch.

But I think he was on to something.

Much of what I am thankful for, I DO NOT deserve.

They are gifts.

Gifts from God.

Gifts from God who loves us and loves to see us happy.

I am thankful, beyond thanks, beyond words, for that.

November 28 – peel, chop, boil, roast, bake

peel, chop, boil, roast, bake
stir, strain, mix, cool, slice, serve, eat
then time to have pie!

I have read that cooking appeals to some folks as it is a do-it-yourself project that you can do in less than one day.

Count me in.

Thanksgiving maybe my favorite holiday.

I think its great that we have a day put aside to recognize that we have much to be thankful for.

I like that it was Lincoln that issued the 1st Thanksgiving Day proclamation.

I love the food.

I love the anticipation of the food.

I love the smell of the food.

And I love the preparation of the food.

Starting with a vast selection of ingredients and turning them into different dishes that are all ready to eat at the same time.

I love the challenge.

And I am thankful that I don’t have to do it every day.

Washington, D.C.
October 3, 1863

By the President of the United States of America.

A Proclamation.

The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequalled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom. No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.

In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.

Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the United States the Eighty-eighth.

By the President: Abraham Lincoln

William H. Seward,
Secretary of State

Please note there is some historical discussion that the proclamation was written by Seward and not Lincoln.

Nevertheless, Lincoln was the President.

November 27 – turkey anxiety

turkey anxiety
big enough, thaw, roast, carve, eat
all these leftovers

Each year the same anxiety.

Turkey presents such interesting problems.

Often overlooked is, will it fit in the oven?

And don’t forget that bag of stuff in the backend.

Don’t throw out the neck but save it for soup. (Oh, right)

I got rid of much of my turkey anxiety but how I view the overall operation.

My wife’s favorite part of the meal is mashed potatoes and stuffing COVERED with TURKEY GRAVY.

For me the meal prep is all about the gravy, the gravy, the gravy.

For me, the entire meal comes down to the gravy, the gravy, the gravy.

As I view it, I am just making gravy.

Gallons of turkey gravy.

The fact that the turkey gets cooked in the process along with a bunch of other dishes is incidental to my goal.

It is amazing how much less anxiety there is for me overall since I am focused on the gravy.

All my eggs are in one basket and I am watching that basket!

Somehow, it all comes off.

The Butterball Turkey people maintain a HOT LINE for those whose turkey anxiety has put them out on a ledge.

They also handle any turkey related questions.

The Butterball people have published some of their favorite queries.

One that stands out for me was from a lady who discovered a frozen turkey that was 20 years old.

She called to ask if it was still good to eat.

The Butterball people told her that as long as it had not been thawed out, it was okay.

But, since it was 20 years old, the flavor might not be the best.

The Butterball people, to their credit, did recommend that it while it was okay, it might be best if she bought a new bird.

The lady paused and then said, “You are right. I’ll donate this one to my church food drive!”

Maybe the meal is designed so that we can give thanks that it happens once a year.

But I will have a repeat performance on Christmas.

Gosh darn those Pilgrims.

November 26 – I commute to work

I commute to work
Friend teleworks from kitchen
Both wait to go hom
e

At work, I am part of a support team that works with television stations across the country.

The support team works from locations across the country.

I commute into downtown Atlanta everyday.

One of my coworkers teleworks from her home in Texas.

The other day I messaged her in the middle of the afternoon and said, “Can we go home now?”

She replied, “I work from home and I still can’t wait to get home.”

Something nearly, perfectly, wonderful about that.

Still, how do you leave your job at work when you work from home?

Maybe.

Just maybe.

There is some unexpected value to that awful commute.