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Nov. 23rd, 2010 12:59 pmUsually we do Thanksgiving like this: Pat starts smoking a turkey at about 7:00 AM. People drop by to have drinks and watch him tend the fire. The turkey's done around 2:00, then we take it to his aunt & uncle's place in Redwood City where we see most of his family and a large quantity of appetizers are served. Eventually the actual meal happens, although nobody's hungry. On Friday we drive to Santa Cruz with our pals Wade and Shelley, have dinner on the wharf, and stay over till Saturday.
This year Pat's mother is in a nursing home in Angel's Camp recovering from having her other foot amputated. His brother in law had spine surgery yesterday, so he and Pat's sister won't be able to spend the day with her as planned. Pat's aunt and uncle were beside themselves with the idea that his mom would be alone on Thanksgiving - o noes, Pat only drove up there last week! So he agreed to go up for the day. I was looking forward to spending the day reading or doing fuck-all, but he asked me to come along. As he put it, it feels like another working day, not a day off.
Looking on the bright side: He made some woman at the market very happy when he canceled the turkey order and she was able to get it; we won't have to see his cousin's small child and feral dog; no leftovers (his aunt always insists and he won't say no; and we still get to go to Santa Cruz. Plus this bonus: if we leave early enough I can take photographs of cemeteries in Angel's Camp.
This year Pat's mother is in a nursing home in Angel's Camp recovering from having her other foot amputated. His brother in law had spine surgery yesterday, so he and Pat's sister won't be able to spend the day with her as planned. Pat's aunt and uncle were beside themselves with the idea that his mom would be alone on Thanksgiving - o noes, Pat only drove up there last week! So he agreed to go up for the day. I was looking forward to spending the day reading or doing fuck-all, but he asked me to come along. As he put it, it feels like another working day, not a day off.
Looking on the bright side: He made some woman at the market very happy when he canceled the turkey order and she was able to get it; we won't have to see his cousin's small child and feral dog; no leftovers (his aunt always insists and he won't say no; and we still get to go to Santa Cruz. Plus this bonus: if we leave early enough I can take photographs of cemeteries in Angel's Camp.
