Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving was dull this year. For a lot of deep-seated personal issues that burst violently to the surface a couple of years ago, our extended family no longer gathers to have a huge Thanksgiving feast. In fact, our extended family no longer really gathers at all, except at Christmas. We are required by law to appease the young’ns, despite the fact that nobody ever buys them anything they want (trust me, I was a young’n once, too — I know the look of somebody who is disappointed in his brand new sweater or her personally engraved Leatherman).
So, Thanksgiving was just me and my parents, as usual. My sister couldn’t get time off, so she didn’t even come home. Consequently, there were no fights or extended periods of food-flinging. How unfortunate.
I went out with Lucy on Wednesday night. We drove around for awhile and mostly sat in silence. It was late, I was pretty tired after having class all day, and she demanded that I stay home and sleep. I refused on the grounds that, since she decided to go home on Friday, I wouldn’t have a chance to see her again. I’m not really sure that inhaling her second-hand smoke in silence improves much on not seeing her at all, but in my own warped way, I believe it does.
I promised I’d call her on Thanksgiving to rescue her, however briefly, from her family. I didn’t call her, and I feel kinda guilty about it, even though I’m sure she didn’t care.
Posted by Stan on November 29, 2003 11:30 AM | Permalink | Friends: Can’t Live with ‘Em | Digg It
I refused to show up to the annual thanksgiving day family gathering this year. Previously, I dared to question the worth of the vocation several of my relatives have chosen, teaching in public schools. So instead, this year I opted out and went friday to a belated thanksgiving meal at my parents with some relatives on my other side of the family.
Everything was pretty much an exercise in tedium until my aunt started talking about several deals my brother helped her find on ebay. She then gives a kind of a light hearted chuckle and states something to the effect “yeah, you can really jew them down……Oh, they don’t say that anymore do they…”… I had been drinking sparkling cider as she made the comment so the ensuing silence was interrupted by my violent wheezing and huffing as I gasped for air between throaty coughs.
Who needs hollywood comedies when you have family gatherings.
Posted by teenwolf | December 1, 2003 12:37 AM | Reply
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I’m sure this girl realizes how much you care.
Posted by Glenn | November 29, 2003 12:01 PM | Reply