Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving. Pop is up early, before seven. Instead of getting our trusty Butterball, he got an H.E.B. turkey, and he is just now reading the instructons. It is a semi-cooked turkey and will not take long to cook. He did not have to get up early.

For my part, at least there are no guests, which makes things a thousand times better. Although I may get a very good meal out of this, I still think I might prefer a Swanson turkey TV dinner, just to be completely free of the friction and the tension.

"Yeah, but that's part of what is so fucked up about you. It's freaking wonderful that your father wants to make a big thanksgiving meal, and here you are, acting like you are being tortured. And you know you always appreciate having a good meal instead of a TV dinner."

If I don't get sick, spewing diarrhea on the toilet, struggling not to vomit at the same time.

"*laughing* You're priceless. You would be a pain in the ass to live with him, but priceless."

Democracy

"Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half the time."

-- E.B. White, July 3, 1943

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After that exquisite Thanksgiving meal

After that exquisite Thanksgiving meal, there was a moment when I was thinking about saying, "Why don't you just enjoy the game, Pop, and I'll wash all the dishes?" But the momnet passed. It would have been a great thing.

"Well, at least you did tell him that that was the best Thanksgiving meal yet."

Which was no less that the truth. H.E.B.'s pre-cooked turkey was definitely the way to go. That turkey actually had flavor in it. I never knew turkey to taste so good. They must know a thing or two about seasoning turkey.

Langston Hughes

Where is the Jim Crow section
On this merry-go-round,
Mister, cause I want to ride?
Down South where I come from
White and colored
Can’t sit side by side.
Down South on the train
There’s a Jim Crow car.
On the bus we’re put in the back -
But there ain’t no back
To a merry-go-round!
Where’s the horse
For a kid that’s black?

-- “Merry-Go-Round” by Langston Hughes

all hell breaks loose!

The Cowboys have the three o'clock game, and after an early nap, I take my afternoon walk. When I get back home, I see that Pop has guests after all, and even worse, the next-door neighbors are throwing a Mexican music concert for the neighborhood for free!

God, they have never been as loud as this before; they're rattling the house. The cats were in the back corner of the yard, but even with me standing on the patio, they did not want to come inside, and it wasn't long after that, that they apparently left. All except Ash anyway. Ash was inadvertently penned in the office. Now that she is out of the office, she does not care to go out into that storm of noise. I wish I had the other cats inside.

I go out for a little walk, and all hell breaks loose!

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1815

I'll say this for all the racket, all the guests have left early - first Jack and Jill and now Lorie. But this noise is still not my friend, not even with my twenty-five-dollar earmuffs.

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2015

People down the street are competing with the next-door neighbors for who can run the loudest sound-system. I cannot recall Thanksgiving being quite this festive before. How much longer will this go on? I'm kind of ready for bed already. I also have all the cats inside and I want to keep them in until the craziness outside subsides.