I am thankful for the unexpected single occupancy room at the conference I attended last month. The occasional fuller-than-expected gas tank is also an ordinary blessing. The flash of a hawk across my line of sight is again ordinarily extraordinary. I thank you, God. I'm also thankful that the brine last night made the turkey succulently delicious, that the dressing wasn't dry like I had anticipated, that the cranberry sauce wasn't too tart, that the stuffed pumpkin hasn't failed me yet, and that the last bite of the slice of pumpkin pie made the previous lackluster bites worth it. Additionally, I'm thankful for an exuberant parade with children and a father-in-law who enjoyed themselves. Thanks for firewood, Steve Martin, John Candy, and electricity. You continue to shatter my obtuseness, Lord. Glory be to the Father, the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever.
During breakfast today I was reading an excerpt from a play in The New York Times Magazine (I know, I was a day behind and read Saturday's edition yesterday) entitled Rust . The play, written by a professor at Grand Valley State University, here in Michigan, is a nonfiction drama about the closing of a GM plant in Wyoming, MI. The play itself sounds interesting and I enjoyed the excerpt, but what caught my eye was something a character said. The character is "Academic" and plays a historian and guide to the playwright, also a character. He is explaining the rise of the automobile factories and the effect of the car on American culture. He says, "Women became independent, they go from producers of food and clothing to consumers of food and clothing." This was meant as an earnest, praiseworthy point. I would counter with "How far we've fallen." To say that a woman (or a man) is independent because she has m...
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