that’s right. thanksgiving. more commonly known my its misnomer: turkey day. because everyone knows, it’s all about the turkey.
i have extremely fond memories from my childhood of going to a certain aunt’s house for thanksgiving, where my brothers and i would spend a large portion of our time investigating my aunt and uncle’s rooms and possessions, darting in and out amongst relatives, trying to avoid notice and the inevitable request for assistance that would follow, and drinking copious amounts of what we in the midwest call pop. my relatives would bicker, bustle, and watch football. it’s the stuff of family holidays everywhere.
well, one thing led to another, i got married and stuff and had kids and all, and to be short, our family changed. my brother also has three small children and lives locally, so to have us all in the same place for a holiday can get rather crazy. our family changed, our needs changed and so the holidays changed. even though our house, as i’ve said a million and a half times before, is microscopic, we’ve decided that we are the most likely candidate for hosting holidays and the like with our family. number one because we have small kids so more small kids in our house is just more of the same mess we’re used to. number two because we wanted to include greg’s parents as well as my family. and number three, there really is just no other place.
now, i can be sort of social at times, but i would not be one to host large events with ease. it makes me very nervous. when i get nervous, i get angry, just like my mom. when i get angry, i hurt people then i feel like shit. it really isn’t a good situation for anybody. but, every time something does come up, i vow to roll with the punches, chill out and just enjoy myself. i was riding that wave when i sent out the invitations a week ago and greg and i were in the early planning stages. i got the basement cleared out and the table set up, my mom is buying the turkey and we think we have everything else we’ll need.
but now the countdown has started. we only have three days really until the day. d day. i mean, t day. when people will show up and we will either feel on top of things or we won’t, a vibe will be set. i hate that. not knowing what the vibe is going to be, that contagious feeling that takes on a life of its own and either makes or breaks a party or gathering. i need to accept my lack of control over vibes. or else do whatever i can to change it when it starts going south. with such different personalities and people all gathered in one spot on one day, though, it’s hard to know where the vibe is going to go.
i should be cleaning right now. something. that’s on my list. or at the very least de-cluttering, aka hiding stuff in closets and drawers so people don’t see it. well, i hope your thanksgiving plans are fun and that you’re not too stressed about turkey prep work or having people over. happy holiday, everyone.