Thanksgiving is tomorrow. That is, if you live in the United States. Typically, this is the holiday when we gather together for a hearty feast, watch football, and admit that you’re related to your family. Maybe a sister gets drunk and finally puts your judgemental Aunt Bebe in her place.
I used to love Thanksgiving. I suppose I still like it, but it’s not the same as it was when my parents were still around or I had my marriage. Mostly, now, I spend it by myself. No turkey this year but I’ll probably squeeze in some chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes at some point tomorrow. Or maybe I’ll take one of my numerous friends’ invitations for orphans Thanksgiving. Dunno. I kind of live fast and loose these days, planning-wise.
Tonight, I’ll partake in my new Thanksgiving Eve tradition of watching the Cornetto Trilogy:
Shaun of the Dead
The World’s End
If I’m feeling cheeky, I might slip a couple Spaced episodes in as well. Palate cleansers as it were.
Lately, I’ve been working on a short story called Worms that includes a bit about palate cleansers. The premise is all there, but I’m still introducing myself to the main characters. I call them Renard and LeFou. One’s a writer, one’s an odd jobs/handyman. I’m not clear where this story is going right now so I’m not going to share much about this story until I’m done.
There are a couple other stories that I’m noodling with but their going to be back seated while I work on Worms. More on those when I get close to touching.
If you have a Thanksgiving and enjoy that sort of thing, I hope you have a great day with your family. If you don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you have a great day with your family.
The family that you have.