Hello. It’s Belinda.
Thanksgiving is five days away and there’s too much going on.
For one thing, this is my first time working in retail during the holidays. All I hear is Black Friday this and Cyber Monday that and “Where’s the sleigh prop?”
It would help if someone would explain this whole Black Friday business. First of all, which Friday? Will it be dark all day or for just a few minutes?
Sounds like the eclipse back in August, which I heard about nonstop. But this has something to do with big sales on hay and snacks, not with the sun snuffing out.
And that’s just the half of it. It’s been like this for weeks, everyone running around, trying to get things ready. Taking photos day and night, asking me to “look merry” and pose with bows and little plates of herbs. I just want to relax and enjoy the holidays.
But that isn’t on the menu because get this: I have to host Thanksgiving.
Not my idea. My roommate breezed past me a few days ago and said, “Well, Belinda, are you all ready for the big day?”
Then she left the room. Didn’t explain anything but it can only mean one thing.
Now that I’m the main provider I’m expected to step up and do my part.
Not sure what the roommate is bringing in salary-wise and that’s none of my business. But this house is full of hay, pellets, healthy snackers, herbal blends, chew toys, supplies and even a few necklaces for humans that were shipped and delivered to “Belinda, Spokesrabbit.”
My roommate might hide the boxes from me. But at the end of the day, I’m the one bringing home the hay, if you know what I mean.
I don’t even know who’s coming, meaning rabbits. Could be just the four of us—me, my boyfriend, his companion and the English rabbit, who is welcome to enjoy his meal alone on the top floor.
Or maybe the rabbits from the shelter will be put on a shuttle. I don’t mind sharing my stash but now I’m supposed to create an entire holiday menu and worry about allergies and special diets.
As far as I’m concerned, we can eat “family style.” Throw a few types of hay on the table, add romaine, bok choy and such, top off with some side plates of herbs and you’re done. It doesn’t have to be fancy.
I’m happy to share because, after all, I started at the shelter and I’m grateful for my home and my career. That’s the true meaning of Thanksgiving, not all this extra fussing.
That’s the problem with a holiday. It starts out seeming like a good idea and then it gets out of hand.
Good thing there’s nothing going on the next day.
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select