So I was showering this morning, thinking about 34 years ago "week-wise," in terms of Thanksgiving weekend. I wasn't really recalling or dwelling on my experiences of that weekend, but just thinking about how we celebrate anniversaries associated with holidays relative to the holiday, not the calendar date. So I was thinking about the eager anticipation I was experiencing "on this date" 34 years ago, and found myself correcting my thoughts to "on this day," relative to the week of Thanksgiving.
I'd just looked at a November 1977 calendar the other day when I was researching what ended up being Sunday's post. But it wasn't until this morning, when I didn't have either calendar before my eyes, that I realized that Thanksgiving falls on the same calendar date this year that it did in '77. How odd that this should be true in this year in which I've been patching together the sequence of some of the weekend's events in a more complete way than I have before. Still, I suspect that for this year and this weekend, at least, if I think any more about events "on this date" 34 years ago, I'll likely go through the mental gymnastics of correcting myself to "on this day," then back to, "no, that was right . . . "
And maybe for the first time, I have a date in my head instead of a day. Rather than just "Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend, 1977," I know it was "November 26, 1977."
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