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revenaI'm using my laptop in the living room at my parents' house. I can see Mom from where I'm sitting - she's in the dining room, slurping her coffee and reading the comics in the newspaper. She rests her head on her hand, thoughtful-looking, just as I do. Her glasses slide down her nose just like mine. If we were to look up at each other right now, our eyes would meet over the frames, which make a thin dark line at the lower edge of peripheral vision.
I can't see Dad and Jameson, but I can hear them. It sounds like they're breaking things in the study, but from what they're saying, I gather they're playing with Dad's computer. Well, one of them. He just got a new one, after the old one sorta fried, and he and Jameson have been having some real bonding time in setting up the new and cannibalizing the old for parts. I hope they're not messing around too much with the old case, because Jimmy arrived today in a very nice shirt, after I warned him that Mom likes for people to dress for dinner.
Erik and Bianca aren't here yet, nor are my cousin Brian and his wife, but they'll be arriving in a few hours. Until then, everything is pretty calm. Mom sits and reads. My father and my boyfriend discuss computers. Wyatt, the corgi, barks at Cami, the cat, every time she runs by. I sit here with my laptop, thinking about the year ahead of me, my year off, my year to write.
The house is full of the smells of my mother's signature stuffing (she says dressing, for some reason. Is that a Utah thing, I wonder? Dad says stuffing), of the gravy base I started preparing this morning, of the turkey slowly roasting in the oven. And I am thankful.
I can't see Dad and Jameson, but I can hear them. It sounds like they're breaking things in the study, but from what they're saying, I gather they're playing with Dad's computer. Well, one of them. He just got a new one, after the old one sorta fried, and he and Jameson have been having some real bonding time in setting up the new and cannibalizing the old for parts. I hope they're not messing around too much with the old case, because Jimmy arrived today in a very nice shirt, after I warned him that Mom likes for people to dress for dinner.
Erik and Bianca aren't here yet, nor are my cousin Brian and his wife, but they'll be arriving in a few hours. Until then, everything is pretty calm. Mom sits and reads. My father and my boyfriend discuss computers. Wyatt, the corgi, barks at Cami, the cat, every time she runs by. I sit here with my laptop, thinking about the year ahead of me, my year off, my year to write.
The house is full of the smells of my mother's signature stuffing (she says dressing, for some reason. Is that a Utah thing, I wonder? Dad says stuffing), of the gravy base I started preparing this morning, of the turkey slowly roasting in the oven. And I am thankful.
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Date: 2005-11-24 11:17 pm (UTC)Whatever you call it, I ate way too much of it today.
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Date: 2005-11-25 06:17 am (UTC)Mmmmm.
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Date: 2005-11-25 05:33 am (UTC)I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
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Date: 2005-11-25 06:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-26 05:34 am (UTC)let's do a tally...
stuffing:
your dad for Utah
chick_in for the northwest
my mom for the northeast
= 3
dressing:
your mom for ?
chick_in's grandma for the south
and my dad for Iowa
= 3
hmm... not much of a pattern there, but it is a tie!
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Date: 2005-11-26 07:40 am (UTC)I say stuffing, as does everyone I can think of who grew up in Arizona.
Hm.