Thanksgiving

            I did the Thanksgiving thing. I’m thankful for many things in my life, my health, my family, my friends, my trust in the cosmos. We had a good time. Patrick McCarthy the painter sat across the dinner table from me. He was on a roll. We talked about the creative process, and how it ebbs and flows. It seems to follow a familiar pattern. In the beginning an idea tends to be good if not great. It’s positive. It’s fresh. It’s worthy of exploration, but as time goes by the euphoria of the idea seems to fade into doubt and discontentment, and if the idea is not abandoned due to frustration, you’re just glad to be finished with it. But seldom are you fully happy with the end result. Until of course the next great idea comes along, and the pattern repeats itself. 
            We had a good time on Thanksgiving. It was a lot of fun. Thanks to the bird. Thanks to the wine. Thanks to everyone who showed me a good time.