The true spirit of the season

11 Oct

It’s Thanksgiving up here in the Great White North and while most of the nation seemed to deem yesterday as a more appropriate time to gobble some gobbler, my family prefers to follow tradition and actually observe eating turkey as an expression of gratitude on the day properly alloted by our government.

Also, we totally didn’t bother to do our grocery shopping until last night.

Whatever.

As I type, I’m sitting in my newly constructed workspace (it’s a fancy vintage chair that my mom had forgotten that she owned and a folding TV table. I set it up in front on my window though so I’ve got a nice view, if nothing else. Anything is better then working hunched over my laptop on my bed all the time) salivating at the smells that are beginning to waft up the stairs and doing a damn fine job of avoiding people for a while.

See, holidays at our house seem to serve one main purpose: to force us to do all the things we should be doing all the time, but aren’t. Things like spending time with the family, counting our blessings, cleaning the house, etc.

Saturday and Sunday were the very definitions of chaos. You’d think that we would learn to start keeping some kind of regular cleaning schedule after EVERY major holiday that has rolled around during which we nearly destroy the house and each other trying to get it ready before the guest show up. We are a family of epic procrastinators. It is a problem.

So there has been some scrapping and a lot of time wasted. Mom’s been a bit weepy since Youngest Brother unceremoniously informed her that he would not, in fact, be coming home this weekend (6 months and counting, yo). I got into a big nasty fight with Boyfriend on Saturday night. Dad’s pretending this isn’t a holiday at all and Mom and I have been glaring in the general direction of Middle Brother’s bedroom where he and his new girlfriend (whom he took the liberty of inviting over for a WEEK without consulting any of us) have been since last night. They’re awake, they’re just playing video games and watching movies and not interacting with the family.

On Thanksgiving.

At 5pm.

Nice.

But it’s not all bad. In fact, for all of my griping, this has been a pretty decent holiday weekend. For starters, it’s three days long, which is always a bonus. For all the chaos, there has been much sleeping and chillaxing. I’ve enjoyed the nice weather with my dog and eaten like calories don’t count. Mom made me coffee with Bailey’s so I’m feelin’ pretty good. My mom is pretty wicked.

All things considered, I’m pretty happy.

I’m employed, I have a place to live and my family, for all of our aimless rage, ain’t half bad.

I’m pretty lucky.

So today, I’m going to put my regular sassy, bitchy self under the bed for a while and do what you’re supposed to do on Thanksgiving: count my blessings and get inordinately pissed.

Happy Turkey Day, everyone!

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9 Responses to “The true spirit of the season”

  1. Jo and the Novelist October 12, 2010 at 3:58 am #

    I have a tough time talking myself out of putting Bailey’s in my coffee every morning. That’s some good shit.

    Happy thanksgiving! It’s nice to be able to say that, because we don’t have thanksgiving over here. We don’t thank anybody for anything, because we’re selfish-ass country.

    Can I come live with you in Canada?

    • Jam November 3, 2010 at 8:07 am #

      Please come live with me in Canada! This would complete my life. For serious!

  2. Sahi October 14, 2010 at 5:28 pm #

    i just love your writing
    Keep in touch
    xx
    Sahi

    • Jam November 3, 2010 at 8:07 am #

      Smooches

  3. alonewithcats October 20, 2010 at 3:15 am #

    Sibling drama, mom in tears, apathetic dad … sounds like Thanksgiving to me.

    • Jam November 3, 2010 at 8:07 am #

      Sounds like… Every holiday apparently. LE SIGH.

  4. Megan (Best of Fates) October 25, 2010 at 3:30 pm #

    Thanksgiving is chaotic in Canada too?

    Good to know.

  5. Megan (Best of Fates) October 28, 2010 at 12:30 pm #

    I miss you like Scarecrows miss crows.

    ‘Cause let’s face it – they might act all “moral enemies” but they’re really the only friend each has.

    • Jam November 3, 2010 at 8:06 am #

      Oh, scarecrows and their crows ain’t foolin’ anyone. I see them chilling together when they think no one is watch and, yes, I do believe one party would be incomplete without the other.

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