Deep Dive: Thanksgiving
I've now had the property for five Thanksgivings, and it's interesting to chart the changes over the years.
Even though it was a month after closing, I couldn't spend Thanksgiving here as I'd not yet moved out of my previous residence, and I had "family" holiday obligations. But I did sneak in a quick visit the day before.
In 2015, Thanksgiving was oddly—but beautifully—foggy. A month prior, the septic system had been completed, and the final blueprints for the house were just delivered.
Days before Thanksgiving 2016, a large dead tree had fallen. I was thankful it was nowhere near the house, cabin or camper. (As a precaution, I had all dead or dying trees near the house removed in 2014.)
Thanksgiving 2017 was unusual in that many trees still had green leaves. Perhaps a sign of climate change, or just a strange fluke? Regardless, it was a crisp, sunny day in the mid-40s; two days later it hit 60.
If I'm not living in my finished house by then, something has gone terribly wrong. Yes, I should be thankful I'm not homeless and out on the street, or starving in a third world country. And I am thankful. But I'm still resentful of having a good life destroyed by businessmen who've shown no compassion for my health and well being. They could have chosen a path beneficial for us both; instead they turned a blind eye toward my situation, and consequently I'm financially ruined and my health is at risk. For that, they've earned my eternal contempt.
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