Thanksgiving Was Okay 11.27.09

Each year as Thanksgiving approaches, I can’t help but imagine the Thanksgiving scenes from TV shows.  Not necessarily the details of them, but how the get-together is made into a much bigger deal than the usual family dinner together.

This year my dad got a job that had to be done over the holiday weekend, which had him working on Thanksgiving Day.  This really didn’t bother me at all, because work is slow, and you pretty much have to take what you can get when you can get it these days until things pick back up some.  He made it home in time to eat dinner with everyone though.

The disappointment was how my Grandma decided she wanted to treat the holiday.  Sometime on Wednesday, she told my mom that she wouldn’t be coming down to join us; she lives right up the same street as we do.  She has been in contact with what is my uncle and his family, or her estranged son, and was invited to go out and eat with them for Thanksgiving.  Thanksgiving Day comes, she decided not to go with them but was going to have an evening dinner with them, but also decided she would come down with us as well.  But as she normally does, she said she wouldn’t be eating because she had just ate something before she came down.  She has done this year after year.  I’m almost certain this is due to us having pets, but millions of households have pets, and our house and kitchen is very clean.  I love her to death, but I just cannot understand why she insists on doing that.

I told my brothers that in a way, I wish we had to travel like most Americans to get together for the holidays, so that everyone would seriously appreciate the opportunities that they present.

Other than that minor disappointment though, we all had a great day together and had a delicious turkey!