A Treasure Found at Home

thanksgiving weekend is almost over. it feels like it’s been ages. much of my life feels that way these days. each day i’m at the office feels like weeks. today’s holiday celebration felt like it was two or three days long. i’m not sure what’s  behind that sort of twisting of time.

thursday was the hippie thanksgiving. my first without my family. i know, here i am at 21* and this is the first thanksgiving i can remember that wasn’t and mom and dad’s. it was a good time overall. i had my reasons for feeling odd and out of place, and family stuff had a lot to do with that but so did several other things. it didn’t really feel like thanksgiving, though. i think it wasn’t just that the food was unfamiliar, but that it wasn’t prepared all together. that’s the part that really makes the holiday for me.

tuns out, as i was missing my traditional food prep experience, my grandmother (who’s beginning to experience a Big Forgetting) was already in florida at mom and dad’s. at one point, she apparently asked my mom, ‘where’s the girl who tears the bread?’**

this last minute trip was absolutely the right decision. and, the bonus of flying on the day after thanksgiving… no one tried to get me to go shopping in the worst shopping day of the year!

there have been some surprises this year. some unexpected things have come up for friends. my heart broke a number of times.

and in the midst of it all, i got exactly what i needed from someone who probably didn’t realize quite how on the mark she was.

and now, the parties are over. i’m in bed on the blow up mattress in the office in florida. tomorrow i’ll teach my dad about wiki and blogger and mailing lists and help him set up a site for his frat buddies.

monday, i fly back to sf. i’ll be home in time to watch a movie. i’m sure it’s too late to organize my friends for sing along sound of music, but i want to see harry potter and rent… and maybe rent would be just right after this weekend of family and friends.

*in hexadecimal

**my role in the preparations has always to been tearing up the bread for the stuffing the night before.