Not that kind of people

My family of five will have Thanksgiving dinner at our daughter’s house. All three children and my wife are contributing recipes and requisite labor to make the usual Thanksgiving fare. 

Last night, a neighbor dropped by to invite my wife and me for Thanksgiving dinner with him and his wife. They had planned dinner with his daughter, two sons and families, but his oldest son called yesterday evening and said he and his brother and sister thought it advisable not to have everyone together in confined circumstances, what with the current disease and his father and step-mother’s advanced age and all. The neighbor had already ordered complete Thanksgiving dinner for 10. Cancellation date had already passed.

Right now, my wife is on the phone with a niece, who said there would be no Thanksgiving dinner at my older sister’s house in Tennessee. Thirty or so people were expected, grandchildren and even a great-grandchild or three. Again, the current disease, plus two people older than 75 and one at 71.

I do not like any of this. A disease propagandized out of proportion to its severity, coupled with a population become accustomed to doing as it is told.

My family’s Thanksgiving will be a time of, well, thanksgiving, that we have survived the government and media attempts at making us fearful. We are not that kind of people.