The Thanksgiving holiday for me has now come to an end. Our annual November trip to London, Ontario
is over. What the trip is about is
complicated. Initially it was about
avoiding the pain of loss. That was more
than 20 years ago. When the person you spent the holiday dies sometimes it is
just too much to overcome. Since then the jaunt has morphed into just an escape
from the excesses of Thursday the turkey rules and Friday the money rules.
Eventually it just became tradition. We
go because we enjoy it.
What we do is relatively simple. We get into town. We go for a late lunch at the Church
Key. We settle into our room and then we
go to a movie. Not a very complicated ritual but it is our ritual. We try to see the lighting of the Christmas
trees in Victoria Park. This year it
rained so we instead divided up into duos and went and got some food. We shop a bit. On Saturday, there is a trip to the London
Farmer’s Market for French bread, for pulled pork and for various little
treats. Finally, there was a run to the
Black Walnut down in Old South off Wortley for a frittata and really, really
good coffee.
Yeah, it isn’t much but it is our ritual. It is a family ritual. We like this period we spend together.
This time we added on a trip to a nondescript bar in Sarnia
called Lizards. We ended up there in
part because the name of the place is the same as that of a bar we used to
frequent in our college days in East Lansing.
The Lizards we loved is gone. The
Lizards in Sarnia lives on. From the
outside you got the impression the place was a dive, a total dive. Parking was miserable and the door was so
nondescript that we weren’t sure we should even go in.
But once inside the bar was clean and bright and a band was
setting up for an evening set. The bar
was sold out for the evening. We ordered
a variety of salads and burgers The food was very, very good for bar food.
It is things like the serendipity of finding a bar by chance
that really turns out to be a gem that keeps up doing this. Sometimes you have to find joy in the boring
and mundane spaces of the world.
1 comment:
Well said. Our new Tgiving tradition may henceforth include paella. Florida, you know. And a turkey breast well rotisseried a day or two later, for those of this household who insist on turkey sandwiches. Happy holidays, my friend.
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