For those of you not in the States, you’re going to have to bear with one more Thanksgiving post. I’ll try to make it non-painful. I promise. This is one of the only pre-planned posts I have ever done. I like to free ball it.
I left work a little early to get home a little bit earlier, and arrived after my sister and her husband got there. Ate some Taco soup, did some laundry and took a shower. My sister and her husband had this “Thanksgiving Bingo” they were doing where they each made a list of things that were going to happen. On a list was that I would talk about M*A*S*H. First of all, I was baited into talking about it and I do not talk about it all the time.
Yesterday morning was where the real traditions start. It s tarts off with staying in my pjs until I have all clothes clean or at least until the last load is in the dryer. Then watch the beginning of the Macy’s Parade and keep watching it while I get ready for the day. my niece and nephew walked over from the new house and hung out. (They just moved into the new house like 2 weeks ago and it’s on the home place so it’s okay for them to walk over) The nephew also got to help with chores yesterday, which he loves, but he didn’t get to drive because he tells me he’s only 6. My niece gets about 30 feet away from the door and informs me that she broke her foot. She loves telling stories and being the center of attention so telling the story of how she broke it over and over was fun for her. Then everyone else showed up and the party began. There was only 13 for this holiday instead of the 20 or so if everyone showed up.
There’s always too much food. Always deserts and a cheese ball sitting out all day. So dinner was at 12 and we ate and at the end of a meal at our gatherings, there’s always a slight silences and either me or Cousin E will announce that it’s family nap time. Us two and my brother take it seriously every time. So Cousin E and I lay down on the living room floor and pretty soon the kids come to bug us. At one time the nephew was my pillow and the niece was my blanket. Cousin E and I try to install the importance of naps and how important and cool they are when you are in your 20’s. Needless to say, the family nap time didn’t happen as planned. Still super bummed about that. I love nap time, regardless of circumstances. During this time my nephew told both me and Cousin E we needed to cut our hair. (Cousin E has longer hair) The nephew told me he wanted me to get it cut up it into a bob. Then he was amazed when I said I’ve always had long hair. We took immediate family picture and went and “toured” the new house. I keep saying that it’s time for the family sleep over but no one is with me on that. Then there was a round of Crazy 8s, Memory and Go Fish for the kids. There’s always a game involved a family gathering and Cousin E and I were trying to get it to be Mouse Trap, Monopoly or the Saved by the Bell Board game. All of which we have a strong connection to from growing up but no one else was up for it
So at the evening meal, which we call supper but not everyone is in the world calls it that, I was sitting between my sister-in-law and my aunt and on the other side of my sister-in-law was my sister and mother. My sister-in-law said something that ended in slick. I didn’t happen to hear that way though. I looked up from my food and asked her to repeat it, so she did and “oh, hmmm, not what I heard.”
“That last part start with a d?” she asked.
My aunt jumps in and she said “She thought she heard S-L-U-T” and yes, she spelled that out because there was children at the table. We’re very protective of what the kids hear. Then there was a debate about what was said and me, my aunt and mother all heard slut. My sister backed my sister-in-law up. But at least I wasn’t alone.
The nephew was in a mood where you know he missed me because he wouldn’t leave me alone. I love him.
A t the end of the night there were lots of hugs and good-byes and relief that another holiday is over.
Cousin E is moving down to Texas in January. This makes me super sad. I know that I’m leaving for a year and I wouldn’t see him then anyway but I’m going to be missing my comrade, my partner in crime. I get that he needs to do this but still super sad and makes me pout. But that was my Thanksgiving and always something to be thankful for.