Pappa Hardy's Musings on Life.

I hate scales. Why in the heck do they have to be so truthful? Why is it that they tell you that you have gained some weight when in fact you are just sure that you have lost 5 pounds? I know that those darned scales have got to be lying to me. I am not that big, not really. I am sure that they manufacture scales just to afflict and torment man, at least those who tend to pay attention to them. There was a time when I didn’t way myself, sure that I was OK and things are right in my life. When I discovered all things weren’t right, and then became well acquainted with scales, that is when I realized that I Hate Scales.

Here it is again, turkey day. It is that time of year when we go out and see how much we all can eat so we can get sick from eating too much. Supposedly this is a family event, but it doesn’t matter, we spend more time making it, talking about it, setting it out just right, and then consuming it, than really intermingling as family.

Sometime there are some subtle family tensions and currents visible as we meet together. Our families love big events, and as such you are bound to be breaking bread with someone that you either don’t like, or don’t approve of what they are doing or how they are living their lives. With this being the case, those little problems seem to pop in droves.

I think sometimes I prefer Thanksgiving as a quiet holiday that you just have as an immediate family and keep the fun down to just a few. I hate being part of 30 or 50 people. It loses it for me when it gets that big. At least this year it isn’t being held at my house. This is the ultimate test for the politician, to be out among the people meeting and greeting them. I fail this test time and time again, and thus really shouldn’t be considering running again for political office.

Oh Thanksgiving, I enjoy you, but I also hate you.

For some reason that must be in our race subconscious, Bacon tastes better if you eat it amongst the pines, or the tress, or at least somewhere in the great outdoors. I think we as a people enjoy being out amongst nature. I know I do, and it tastes even better if you are having a nice conversation with a group of people that you care about. Being a loner, in the sterile inner city environment does not afford as nice an experience than when you are among friends.