My brother drew “Thxgibn” in the rain-coated top of the grill yesterday. It amused me endlessly, so there you go – post title.
My Thanksgiving was pretty much crap.
Everyone in my family had better things to do than hang out with the likes of me. I don’t blame them – if my survival was not inherently dependent on being inside my own body with myself, I’d have found something better to do as well.
My mother had my brother and I over for a couple hours the night before, and that was nice-ish. Then she went up to her loft in the city to prepare for her Thanksgiving with people she house-swaps with, her boyfriend, and some random chick her boyfriend hired to work for him who didn’t have anywhere to go.
She decided the two most important things were pie and ping-pong, so she baked pies and has a ping-pong table in her loft. I can respect that kind of logic.
My father went out in the morning, doing God-knows-what, then went to his brother’s house for Thanksgiving. Then he went to work at night. (In addition to his regular job, he’s been a call firefighter/EMT for a very long time. With all the holiday driving and holiday stress, they go on a lot of runs on Thanksgiving, and he was on call.)
I hung around my house, decidedly sulky. I made Harrison (my brother) hang out with me a bit too, because that’s what little brothers are for. Patrick (my almost-brother in the Army) is on post, so I didn’t get to see him.
I decided to cook a Tofurky roast, so I put that in the crock pot early. (It needs a high-moisture cooking environment to stay moist.) Then I snacked on dried fruit and nuts, which you’ll see in my VFFF from yesterday (I’ll post in a few minutes.)
THEN I lay around hating life because I swear there was something wrong with the dried fruit and nuts (my father got ‘em, I blame him.) I was in a whole bunch of pain. Incredible stomach cramps, like I’d swallowed a handful of thumbtacks.
I’m almost positive I did NOT swallow a handful of thumbtacks so I dunno wtf that was about.
That ruined the rest of my day, so I lay on the couch, mostly by myself while my brother worked with “zbrush” (or something) for a 3D project. I watched a movies and watched the rain.
Thanksgiving next year will be very, very different. I’m holding you all responsible for making sure I make plans to have a WAY awesomer Thanksgiving. If life treats me kindly, I’ll be living with Antonio long before then anyway.
Speaking of Antonio, he managed to email me Wednesday night. He and his eldest son arrived safely at their destination – Antonio’s family’s house.
For me, that was enough to be thankful for.
I’m hoping everyone who traveled (including The Man and his son) makes it home safely. My best and brightest thoughts are with all of you travelers, and with Tom, swan, and T of The Heron Clan. Be well and stay safe, everyone.