Things to be Grateful For

I suppose Thanksgiving was originally a harvest festival: a chance to reflect on the bounty of the earth before the winter comes along to leave you shivering and starving in your hovel and wishing you were dead.

Today, of course, it's entirely disconnected from the harvest. Who cares when they harvest cranberries, when you're just going to open a can anyway. Unless you're one of those crunchy locavores.

I'm supposed to be grateful that my spouse got one of those horrible Keurig coffee makers for our house. For me, one of the great pleasures of life was making a pot of coffee. Now I can spend that amount of time digging through a bin of little plastic cups and making each cup individually.

It could be worse, I guess. I could keep beans in the freezer, and then have to grind them, and then have to boil the water separately, and then have to pour them over the grounds bit by bit, and then have to wash everything. But only a crazy person would do that.

Maybe I'll get out my Guardian Ware coffee maker and start using that. Now there's something to be grateful for.