Thanksgiving

While I don't want to be trite, I thought that doing an entry around this holiday seemed to be a good idea.

I re-read my last entries and man, does it ever seem a good idea that I put entries on this online journal of mine.

I have felt for months now that I should be writing down what is going on in my life. I wish I had done more of it before. Yet, I always felt I needed to know how to write to get anything written down. Not just write, but write well.

I am almost done reading "Me Talk Pretty One Day" by David Sedaris and that has changed my mind.

I don't want to get into that though. I want to share this Thanksgiving. A day where my little family, composed of an anti-social husband and a one year old that seems to share more with the mythical krakken than ourselves at times, had the day we wanted.

Holidays are very important to me. No, the making of good memories is important to me. When I say good, they can be anything that doesn't involve an intensely drunk man peeing on himself while yelling from the armchair about how the animals are about to start talking because it is almost midnight (Christmas circa 1995).

I would enjoy this memory and chalk it up to crazy wanna-be step-father antics if this was not also the same man that shot at us as we fled our domicile once and since he couldn't aggressively coerce me into fucking  him (I always threatened him with jail), he did it to my younger sister.

GOOD memories are important to me. Extremely. Precious. This same man, who was the companion to my biological mom for some years, would only put on his non-drunk hat, at the holidays where my grandparents showed up. My maternal grandmother had a look of iron disapproval that still fascinates me. This was the man who made my biological mom weep on the floor from the latest round of let's-punch-my-pretend-spouse, yet he cowered underneath that slight frown that my grandma seemed to fix him with.

I loved my grandmother.

So, I love holidays. Holidays where it is the good memories to be made. This may be a point my step-mother doesn't understand since she made a concern known the day before, when we were firming up plans for my little family to visit my father and her this coming weekend, that we should take the time we can to make memories with people while we can. This was in reference to her finding out that we were not visiting my ten minute away in-laws for the actual holiday day. "We and his parents are not getting any younger and won't be around forever", she admonished, "you should make memories with us while you can."

This hit out of left field left me feeling a bit bewildered and wondering if there was more to it, but in the end, we did make holiday memories. Good holiday memories.

For me, it is not attending every single possible family function we can. It is about making good of the family function we have. The meal was a simple fare to us. You only had to make room on your plate for approximately 5 things, not 20. My daughter got her first little cup of sparkling cider, which she proceeded to dump on her high chair plate and then dip her turkey in. This also became the highest of styling products on her bangs. The krakken wants you to know, sticky is in.

I was able to start the morning with baking and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I got to reminisce about my pre-step-mom, whom I made plans to see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade with. While her death is an impediment to that, it was a warm feeling to see the floats, the people, and balloons, and remark to my daughter about them and talk about going to see it ourselves.

The day really rather ended at 3 pm. With relative ease everything was stowed and cleaned up. The turkey carcass in an instant pot to make a stock. 

I kind of wonder what my steel faced grandmother would've done. I like to think we'd open up that face to the dazzling smile she really had. She'd tsk at the krakken hair products, but most likely have a wry grin at my husband's gravy-making skills, and chuckle at my still making stuffing out of a box.

These are the good ones. This is a holiday. I am grateful.