Friday, November 23, 2001
|4:33 AM|
I received a couple of calls yesterday, all from people I really wanted to wish a Happy Thanksgiving, but they beat me to the draw. Quick-draw leather holsters under their metaphorical armpits had already been unclasped, the well aged hide of the pockets cracking only on the surface, allowing too fast an utterance of "Happy Thanksgiving". I was gunned down every time. I did send off many emails wishing people a good holiday. The feeling of contentment with all of the world when friends of mine emailed or called to wish me a good day has convinced me that I should send around greeting cards during December. The tough part is getting everyone's address. Well, I suppose it's the effort and the thought that counts.
I had a rather pleasant dinner with my family, I made the salad as all the baking had been already "dibbs'ed" by elder females in my clan. I did get back my cookbooks though, among them a collection of desert recipes that is sure to come in handy.
Normally my attitude at Thanksgiving is to spend only long enough to appear polite, as tradionally my family is a bit haggard and short fuse'd after a long day of preparations. Despite a small number of akward moments (the only notable one being a discussion of a possible African American ancestor, which drove my elderly southern grandmother from the room as she strongly argued against any such idea) it was an easily passable time.
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