Morning, guys. How was your Thanksgiving? Mine was lovely. I slept like, 100 hours. That’s what happens when I enter my folks house – it feels like for a short period of time, I can leave real life behind and sleep. I think Anna feels that way too, because although in our house, she’s up with the dawn on the weekends, the past few days she slept blissfully till 8 or 9am – the blissful parts being when I’d wake and peek over to her still quietly snoring and silently cheer as I closed my eyes again.
And this morning, fully rested, I am packing. Or rather, I’m sitting on the couch staring at the disaster that is my apartment thinking really hard about packing. But I think I’m allowed to do that for a few minutes, because I’m only on my first cup of coffee. In reality, it could not be a more perfect day to pack – Anna is celebrating Thanksgiving with my sister and parents (the second round for both of them), so I am left alone here with what seems like endless time, and the weather is rainy and sleepy and perfect for packing. So, I’ll do that. Right after this. Thanksgiving highlights.
Dad: I went for a few walks with my Dad, but the first day we were there we walked the course surrounding their house for about an hour, stopping only so my Dad could hit a ball that we then chased around the course, which was actually a nice way to pass the time – covering the hot topics of my life (and his, although mine took up more of the conversation) – our upcoming move & how it will impact the love of my life, and how we’ll weather the transition. And the weather was perfect, and the conversation was easy.
Mom: Thanksgiving morning, my father whisked Anna away to go shopping for a Christmas tree – and although they couldn’t find one, they did end up finding enough to entertain them to give my Mom and I about three hours solo at the house. I don’t remember what we talked about (everything?), or really what we did (prepared for Thanksgiving?) – even though it was less than 48 hours ago, but it was really nice to have that much downtime with just my Mom.
Anna: Wednesday night my parents had a dinner party to go to, so Anna and I decided we’d make dinner together. This might not sound like a huge exit from the norm for us – but because I wasn’t just getting home from work, and we didn’t have homework, and there was no pending playdate, and no official bedtime, it was. We went to the store and picked out what we wanted to make together, and then went back to the house to cook. And she didn’t listen to me on how to make our dinner, OR how to cook it, and subsequently got sauce all over the kitchen, and knocked over a chair, breaking a dish, (and responding with “Wow that must have been really fragile?”), and at least three times, stared at the ceiling with this new rolling-her-eyes move that drives me to a place of insanity I didn’t know I could go to before her. But then we laid a blanket down on my parents living room floor, and set up a picnic, and a movie, and when she was done eating, she put her plate aside and laid her head on my lap. And although it was probably the worst food I’ve eaten all year, it was by far the best dinner.
So, I’m thankful for my family. And Carly Simon, who is keeping me company while I pack. (Unless you guys want to stop by and do that instead?)
Happy Thanksgiving, guys.