I started thanksgiving feeling thankful because the red-tailed hawk, Mani, had finally been found. Some cretin stole him from the zoo, thinking he needed to “be free.” But the hawk has grown up in captivity, and being free meant being dead, probably, because the hawk couldn’t get food in the wild. They found him, though, a month and a half after they took him. He was sitting in somebody’s backyard tree. He’d lost two pounds, and was weak, but he’s ok now. I don’t know how much a hawk weighs but it can’t be much, so two pounds would be a significant weight loss.
Whew, is all I have to say.
Something to give thanks for on thanksgiving.
I was going to watch the parade, but I only saw a few minutes of it. I was busy doing…something…what was it? Some kind of work, I think. My english paper, which is getting absurdly long? Maybe. Oh, and I had to make deviled eggs. Oh, and I decided I wanted some gingerbread, so I made some of that, too, except it called for a huge quantity of molasses, so I had to go buy some at the store. It ended up being quite a production, but later in the day dad declared it was the FINEST gingerbread he’d ever had in his life, so it was worth it.
I think it would be a great idea to do all your thanksgiving shopping on the actual day of thanksgiving. When I was at the store on Wednesday afternoon the place was a madhouse, with people going berserk, carts careening wildly up and down the aisles. Nobody seemed to be familiar with the store, nobody actually seemed like they’d even been to a grocery store before, and they clogged the aisles in a very annoying manner.
But Thursday, the Day of the Turkey, the store was empty. Deserted. Checker stood around, bored like crazy. I felt like buying a bunch of stuff just to keep them busy.
We had more than enough food, by the way. Why does everybody always have way more than enough food? Mom had bought a 10-pound turkey, for 7 meat-eaters, and Amy, the vegetarian, decided we were all going to starve if that’s all the meat we had, so she, too, went to the grocery store on thanksgiving day and bought a very large turkey breast and also a very large ham.
My parents have two ovens, but they’d run out of room, so they had to use randy’s oven, too, and mom spent a lot of time driving between their house and randy’s, because he lives fairly close by.
We’re all probably going to be eating ham for quite some time now, except not me because I don’t really like ham.
We had plenty of everything. Plenty of leftovers for everybody. I haven’t actually had any leftovers yet, but soon.
I went to a memorial service this morning. I got an orange FUNERAL flag for the front of my car, and I hoped they’d forget to remove it so I could keep it and have it for a decoration all the time, but unfortunately somehow they snagged it. There is still a FUNERAL sticker on my window, though, and I think I’ll keep that up for a while.
I drove by the Wienerdog on my way to the cemetery, and I called the Wienerdoggers as I passed, and waved at them.
Memorial Services make me sad for everything. But maybe that’s just the melancholy right now. I have a very funny story about the word melancholy, but it’s not something I can write, I have to tell the story in order for you to get the full effect of the humor of it. I need to do that sometime. but i guess if you have a leaning towards being sad about anything, going to a memorial service is probably going to tip you right over the edge.
I read my new year’s show to myself today, and I don’t think it’s long enough. But maybe I was rushing through it, because it seems pretty long all typed up. But I felt like I was reading pretty slowly, but I guess maybe I wasn’t. I don’t know.
This afternoon we spent a good amount of time outside, trying to get a good photo for the publicity stuff that I have to turn in on Wednesday. Randy and Aunt Sandy stood next to me throwing confetti in the air as mom took the photos. It was fun, and thankfully not too cold outside, but I don’t think you can really see the confetti in the photo I’m going to use. Hey, here is the photo, by the way:
I was kind of disappointed after we took many photos and I looked at them, because I felt the angle of my face was all wrong. But I guess it looks ok. It looks fine. Everything is fine. Everything is fine.
Fine.
actually, we had a lot of trouble trying to coordinate the photo taking with the confetti throwing, and we had to do it many times, and i don’t think you can even see the confetti in the above photo, but it was the best one. here’s one where the confetti got a little out of hand:
after we were done with the many many photos, we took this picture which i think is awfully funny.
Tonight I had a triumverate of eggnog things. First, eggnog. Followed by eggnog stuff in a bottle loaded with brandy. Wrapping up with eggnog ice cream.
Perhaps I’ll try to go eggnog-free tomorrow. Just so I don’t gain 600 pounds in one day. since i’ve probably gained at least 160 today. i was going to run tomorrow, but all of a sudden the cough is sort of happening again. i’m trying to sit quietly.
Ok then,
november grace.