I'd planned on opening this with "I hate Thanksgiving". And while it's toward the bottom of my own personal list of holidays, I've decided that "hate" is too strong a word.
Thanksgiving annoys the living hell out of me.
Yeah, that works.
I don't like turkey, I don't like my family, and I don't really adhere to religion, so the whole days pretty much a strikeout for me.
Because, as I mentioned a couple of days ago, my family is so small, I've never (to my memory) attended a T-giving dinner of more than five people. Usually it's just three-Wheels (P), the Boss (M), and me. This year we were supposed to host the dialysis technician (a recent immigrant who apparently has no family in this country) who has worked on P during his last couple of hospital stays (even though his normal dialysis site is the hospital, when you're an inpatient, they bring a machine up to your room, and your tech stays the whole time). But for reasons we are not sure of, he never made it. He didn't even call.
Not like he missed much-the stuffing…well, I usually like M's stuffing. But this time she put 3 tablespoons of salt and 1 of pepper into it. The recipe actually calls for one-third of that. I was told it was too peppery, but I couldn't notice it under the salt. The turkey was…well, turkey (see above) and nearly everything else was just kind of bleah.
My parents more or less got along all day. P actually (and unintentionally) made M totally and utterly crack up at one point. We had just taken a phone call from a friend, and the cordless phone was on the table. About two minutes later, he rolls into the kitchen and presses the button on the charge base of the phone, making it beep for locating purposes. This prompted my line of comment "Are you looking for the phone? It's in here. You knew that." At which point M starts to giggle. Then laugh. Then finally she breaks down into a total near-hysterical fit. P offered his age as an excuse, which caused me to run and find my copy of Steve Martin's "Pure Drivel", from which I showed M the piece on memory loss in the over-50 adult. This just made her laugh harder. And because she was laughing, I was laughing…it was quite a scene.
Beyond that, not much. Caught up on a lot of taped TV.
Today's Link Of The Day is Ben Hamper's space online. My 10th grade U.S. History teacher introduced me to Ben Hamper, pushing Hamper's book "Rivethead" for a book report. It was terrifically funny. Hamper now has space on Michael Moore's website (remind me at some point to talk about Michael Moore), where he serves up monthly bits of his twisted, twisted wisdom. See for yourself: http://www.michaelmoore.com/hamper
11/23/2001 3:59 AM