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so yesterday was thanksgiving... i nearly forgot. in fact, last saturday i'd guiltily thought that i'd already forgotten and missed it (isn't it supposed to be the third thursday? and all this time that's what i thought...), but with a few hours to go yesterday, it was a small surprise that i hadn't quite missed it yet.
so i ate a bunch of crêpes nutella, drank a bunch of wine, and settled in with my phone card trying to find folks wherever they were hiding. at last i found a large pocket of them on the west side at my aunt rene's - her and joe apparently back in everet while waiting for joe to possibly be deployed to iraq next spring - with the whole conservative branch of the family gathered together for traditional festivities - including of course a late diner due to the new american tradition of working on all major holidays. so in the course of trying to be a good daughter and call my mom on one of hte major holidays, i got passed around to a bunch of relatives i havent seen in ages, and who were probably trying to remember my face as well, before finally being ditched in favor of eating...
so where you at these days? france, huh? did you tell em to say thanks that they don't speak german, now? eh, eh? that they don't hafta speak german?
i guess they just want everyone to have something to be thankful for this thanksgiving. shit. i love them all, but i feel so surreal. don't get me wrong - i do indeed love thanksgiving, it's a wonderful holiday, a wonderful excuse to gather those you love and eat until you can eat no more, which is a fine, fine thing.... but... so much of what i hear back these days doesnt make me think of the things i miss so much as it confuses me and makes me feel even more displaced and distant, uncertain as to what real ties i have left anywhere in this world.
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