All right, we know cats are not able to grasp such an abstract concept as Thanksgiving. Or rather, we think we know that. But that doesn’t mean they can’t feel love or gratitude–ask anyone who’s ever lived with a cat.
I’m only posting this video because I thought it rather sweet and soothing.
P.S.–I never knew the name of this lovely piece of music, until now. It’s Canon in D Major, by Johann Pachelbel. Live and learn.
From November 24, 2016
It’s a tradition around here to watch a Godzilla movie on Thanksgiving. This year we watched Godzilla vs. Gigan, a 1972 movie that turned out to be eerily applicable to 2016.
The villains are giant cockroaches who can take on human form, and, posing as a great children’s charity, and claiming to be working for “perfect peace,” they plan to achieve it by–well, killing off the human race.
Sound familiar?
The only real obstacle to their plans is Godzilla, and they’ve recruited a couple of huge outer space monsters to take care of him. But as usually happens, the bad guys are foiled and the only thing that’s achieved is, of course, yet another destruction of Tokyo. Angry gigantic monsters really do play hob with a city’s infrastructure.
There are those who say Godzilla movies are childish nonsense. But I say, take your laughs when you can get ’em. We found on youtube a beautifully remastered Godzilla vs. Gigan, dubbed in English–and with Portuguese subtitles, no less! How cool is that? Watch this often enough, and you’ll learn Portuguese.
Beware people who control huge charitable foundations, ostensibly to benefit “the children,” and promise to bestow any form of perfection on this fallen world. And never, never vote for one of them.
We were supposed to go down to the other end of the state for Thanksgiving dinner at my sister’s, but it’s raining and the Garden State Parkway scares us when it’s wet.
I think the sin I most regret in my life is failure to be thankful to God, every day, for the blessings He has piled onto my plate–every day. Little things like hope, love, eternal life, forgiveness of sins, regeneration of the spirit: not even to mention the things of this world that only God can give–the beauty of His handiwork, all around us. Is there any human agency that can paint the leaves in autumn, and renew them in the spring?
To God be the glory!
The combination of this beautiful Thanksgiving hymn, so wonderfully performed, and God’s handiwork in nature, so gloriously displayed, I find a very moving one. I don’t know, maybe I’m turning into a softy. But you have touched your finger to my heart, O Lord, and made it sing.