This year, Thanksgiving fell on a Tuesday.
We had spent the traditional Thanksgiving day on the Big Island, then flew to Oahu to my brother's house. That Tuesday, we all gathered around their big teak dining table and enjoyed a real family Thanksgiving, complete with ham and squash, stuffing, green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy.
Cousin Jan was with us (she's in the bright blue shirt) and, of course, Litheia, who has been our friend for more than 40 years, plus my brother and his family, me and My Beloved.
I learned many years ago from my pal Wendy that Thanksgiving doesn't necessarily happen on the fourth Thursday of November - it happens whenever your people get together and celebrate the good things in life. Good health, good food, good spirits, good friends. It doesn't matter if the china matches or if you get out the good silverware. All that matters is that you join hands around the table and thank whatever deity you choose for all the pleasures of the year.