Thanksgiving... It's right around the corner.
I am probably one of the few, but I hate it.
It's not because I'm vegetarian, or because I'm not a big sports person, it's because we have no real family here. Coming from a HUGE family when I was younger to moving as far away as possible has been a bit of a strain.
I chose my path so it's ok...I'm just saying, it's a start of the Holidays and all the things that it could be, but really isn't.
We have our own traditions and we make do...
but it can never make up for when I was a kid and waiting for my brothers to come home...or to see what my Aunts had brought...or better yet the gobs of nieces, nephews,cousins, and such that showed up for the day of festivities.
I don't remember all the arguing my now older family is often involved in, but I'm sure it was there. I only remember the greatness of November. The tag football, the trampoline jumping, and the late evening kick the can.
It is now eerily quiet.
A trip to the Zoo.
A turkey for one.
A late afternoon movie
followed by bed.