Friday leftovers

It is rare in this day and time to have people pausing and focusing on gratitude, home and family. We should do it more often. All three of these things are powerful. I even think of gratitude as a kind of home, less the place but more of experiences of unfamiliar places and kin I don't see very often.
When people ask me if I am going home for Thanksgiving, I say yes but I am really thinking, I am home. Too many confuse gentle love and generosity for an imitation of home. Home is just a perception, and we all know you can never go home again.
Thanksgiving day comes around every year and so does it's traditions. I pick and chose the traditions I like and dislike. My favorite tradition is turkey and dressing. I will be with a large group of family for the Thanksgiving meal and if I see anyone chose a steak instead of turkey breast, I will hit them over the head with a drum stick. The tradition I hate the most starts at 5 am the day after Thanksgiving. Retail opens it's door for thousands of shoppers who have waited in line in the dark just so they can get a one day discount.
Traditions good or bad come and go, they are a perception just as Home is. But there is one tradition I miss, that of Friday leftovers. Turkey salad, turkey soup, turkey spaghetti, I like it all. I swear I could eat dressing twice a day for a week and never get tired of it.
I have always looked at Thanksgiving as though I was an old dog. An old dog does not know the difference between November 24 and April 24, it's just another day and another bowl of food. Come Friday if the old dog in me could talk he would simply say " Just throw it in my bowl, I'll eat it and can you please pass the Tabasco "