1. I love taking the kids downtown on thanksgiving morning to see the parade. It’s been 3 years that we’ve lived in Chicago and 3 years that we’ve had kids, and we’ve been to the parade all 3 years. Its so fun to see State St. closed down and the blocks around it mostly empty where it’s typically crowded and bustling during the week. I pause more often to observe the architecture and find myself often looking up at the tall buildings I often walk by. It feels like the world belongs to the pedestrian as we jaywalk across the closed streets! And the parade is loud and colorful and exciting and I for one am not complaining that nearly every other act is a marching band! I love me a good drum line. We’ve also made it part of the tradition to get some sub-par donuts from any place that is open.
When we get on the L each time to ride into downtown, I really can’t be anything BUT grateful that we live here and get to ride the L with our kids and so many other walks of life.
3. I’m still a little uneasy at the whole idea of Thanksgiving (and the general founding of America) when it comes to the indigenous Americans. I've thought of them a lot this weekend, both the people who were wiped from history, and native people alive today still fighting for their rights and their land. I don’t have anything challenging or inspirational to say about it all, but it’s an unsettledness I feel deep in my gut. I’m so happy to be with loved ones and gather around amazing food, but Native Americans, I see you, and I want to honor and listen to you.
All things considered, I hope that you've had an enriching weekend with loved ones.
Hilarious behind the scenes here. (Phin is a-okay!)