Photos of Thanksgiving, 2008

This one was for me. I’m on 6th Avenue, and not on Broadway, so the actual parade was a block away but the view was straight on the intersection of 37th and Broadway. I knew Snoopy (as Joe Cool) would be there:

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These are for my little friend, Aerie:
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This one kind of wraps up the rest of the day:

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I spent from 3PM to nearly midnight with some friends from church. I was in charge of the mashed potatoes. Nothing some butter and heavy cream can’t make delicious, right? We had great conversation and good laughs and amazing food. We went around the table a couple of times saying what we were thankful for. We had a pretty in-depth political discussion, and on my way home I replayed that dialogue in my mind, except trying to interject a republican viewpoint. Yay, cognitive dissonance!

More photos at flickr.

My tummy is full, folks. My heart goes out to those victims of terrorism across the world. My prayers are with them as well as with all those who might be sad for whatever reason. Abuse, hunger, loneliness. May you find comfort and peace. May we all.

Imperative

I need to post a video. Not only did I have Thanksgiving dinner with the creator of this video, and not only do I think Annie is ultra-cool, and not only do I not believe I’m actually friends with her and her friends so now they’re my friends even though I was already friends with some of them because I didn’t know my friend was her sister, and not only did she create this video for a contest Coldplay is holding, and not only am I posting this video so more people can see it, and not only is she indescribably talented, but because of her creativity and sheer effort that are so apparent in this video, I cannot stop watching it.

I. Cannot. Stop.

Press play. Then, before you press play again and again and again times infinity:
If you like what you see, go to Annie’s YouTube page and comment on the video. Don’t forget to rate it.
If you like what you see, pass this video on. Post it on your blog, email the link to all your friends.

Everyone has to see it, because everyone deserves at least this glimpse of brilliance. Check out the detail, the layers, the shadows, the story, the mythology, the smoothness in transitions, the virtually seamless editing. See if it doesn’t move you.

When I found out she’d be showing the video at her home tonight, I immediately expected greatness, because that’s just her. But this exceeded that, so now I’m obsessing about it. I hope she doesn’t mind.

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Thanksgiving Morning Observations

I wake up at 6:15 this morning. I set my alarm for 7:30, but I can’t go back to sleep. I listen to the quiet rumble, the muffled echoes of occasionally passing vehicles bouncing off the buildings that form a labyrinthine cavern. I am in that cavern, and the sounds are like a blanket.

Dusk. I look out of the window, and barricades line 6th Avenue, and people have started gathering along Broadway. I hear more cars. I see more people. It’s not too cold outside; it’s actually a perfect day for a parade to celebrate gratitude. History. The sky fades into morning, and the clouds are translucent, like a twilight mist, except they decorate the sky.

My roommate is spending Thanksgiving in London. Interesting situation. Thank you, Britain, for letting us get fed up with your restrictions on worship and commerce and teas. We needed more variety of teas. We got fed up, crossed the pond, established a country I love with all my heart.

The rising sun rouses the east facades of this concrete canyon, New York City. The natural and manmade fuse, and the glow from the buildings isn’t artificial, quite. It’s other-dimensionly, and it’s magnificent.

Police cars are testing their sirens. I’m switching between VH1 and GAC while waiting for the parade to begin. I see cameras flash from neighboring buildings. The crowds are growing.

My head still hurts. The bump is virtually gone, but it’s still somewhat tender, and the pain radiates toward my left temple. I’m grateful that it didn’t get any worse. It’s nothing a little time and good company and food in abundance won’t cure.

family
friends
food
shelter
gospel

However many hundreds of subcategories apply to this list, I’m grateful for them all. Everything. My gratitude reaches through the internets and across the country and around the world and hugs you. I am thankful for you, for all you do, for all you are. I hope you feel that, and I hope today isn’t the only time you do.

It’s almost time to put on another layer or two, camp out on my balcony, watch some floats and giant balloons pass by (hi, Snoopy!), listen to music, feel grateful evermore.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving Letter to My Seminary Class

Dear Class,

My heart is full. Tomorrow, my stomach will be very full, and it will push up against my full heart, and it won’t be very comfortable. That’s why I’m writing this today.

Gratitude is one of those things that keeps us remembering the Lord. Friends, family, other blessings and the little things in life are the bounty that I behold and cannot comprehend and do not feel I deserve. Heavenly Father is so good to us, even in these tough times; especially in these tough times. I know you can see and feel that. We’re pretty safe in the boat. I’m glad we have the strength of our class to help see us through.

Below is a little activity. Try matching the class members to the reasons I’m grateful for them. You might have to use process of elimination if some of the descriptions are vague. Please note these aren’t the only reasons I’m grateful for you.

[A matching activity involving class members’ names and some of their characteristics]

No logic can really explain why I’m so excited to wake up at 4:30 every morning. Nothing really makes sense at that time of day. You fill my waking moments and float through my dreams. I get to class and I see you walk in and you’re glad to be there. Smiling, awake. I’m suspicious at first, but I’m also glad you’re there. It makes me nervous sometimes, how I wonder if people are going to show up. Without fail, you do. Beyond that, you analyze and discuss and share personal experiences. Every morning, the classroom is about to burst with camaraderie and laughter and testimony. Every morning, my heart swells. It is full.

In Elder Holland’s talk on Sunday, he mentioned the Lord’s Prayer. He specifically mentioned the passage, “Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.” He tied this in to the importance of families and children: Families are the fundamental unit of society in heaven, and we should strive for strong families here on earth. If they have seminary classes in heaven, our class? the class we have now, every day, that makes my heart so grateful? That’s how I imagine heaven’s seminary.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Love, Sister Anderton