Sometimes misunderstandings can lead to a lot of grief this time of year. I totally misunderstood something one of my boys said–well actually, I misinterpreted what he said, but let me start at the beginning. I got off work and got home late on 11/21…Spent 2.5 hours cleaning up the kitchen that one of the boys messed up…No one EVER confesses to such messiness but I did clean it up. About 30 minutes later one of the boys comes in and puts some food in the refrigerator which I felt was food for Thanksgiving Day. So much for that.
I then heard one say they were spending Thanksgiving with the ex…Knowing my boys, that translates into they are cooking T-Day dinner at MY HOUSE. I had to be at work at 2 p.m. and nothing was done by 11. In fact, nothing was cooked. Nobody wanted to get up to go to our local truck stop, which had turkey dinner and all the trimmings either…I went alone. I worked my fanny off thinking my ex was in my house enjoying the day, with me not getting anything.
I came into the house and found out that the ex never showed up and nothing was ever cooked. The boys decided to can the idea. The part I misunderstood was the part about the ex eating with them in MY HOUSE. THAT complicates things since the man tends to go through all the food in the house if I am not there–OR he leaves some of his stuff there which irritates the hell out of me and I’ve told him NOT to do that.
Anyway, while I was feeling sorry for myself at work, a man who had come to my defense once thinking someone was disrespecting me as a lady entered the store. I wasn’t being disrespected, so that was cleared up quickly. He didn’t understand what Thanksgiving was about and hadn’t eaten in a day. He said, “America sucks!” I knew something was up so I followed him outside and asked him what was going on. He didn’t know how to get to the Salvation Army so that he could eat a hot meal, and I didn’t know how to get there from where I was, but I remembered how he tried to “stand up for me” when he thought I was being yelled at.
I knew he wasn’t acting normally because he is usually very friendly. I asked him what happened and he told me. To make a long story short, this man is from Australia and he’s writing a book–traveling on foot across the U.S. I explained to him what Thanksgiving means to various cultures and that those who judge one another in an unkind way have not learned that many people in this country have not learned that we all bleed red yet. He felt a little better after that and my co-worker and I bought him something to eat. It was the least that we could do. Isn’t this what Thanksgiving is about? Sharing?
He smiled before leaving and was telling another man, “Now I know what Thanksgiving is!,” then he turned to us and said, “Thank you for giving me something to be Thankful for!”
Then it made the pain of the misunderstanding go away, and that got resolved later.
The moral of this is that things are never as they seem and someone ALWAYS has it worse off than you do…It is my fervent hope that the injustices to the homeless in the area gets taken care of soon. As I said in an earlier post, winter is coming. Too many people in Midland, TX have lost their homes (even though they make a decent salary) due to the price-gouging on the rent and the hotel fees there. Somewhere along the way some of these people who run the hotels, apartments and rent houses have lost sight of the fact that the boom will one day bust They had better hope that Midland has a kinder spirit toward them should they ever fall upon hard times.