Thanksgiving was not as bad as expected. The baby didn't cry the whole time and the children were otherwise occupied most of the time. But my great grandfather, whom I've seen twice and never spoken to because he chose to ignore our side of the family for years is now living with my grandma because he's too senile to live on his own. He doesn't remember many of us. Leaving, I wasn't sure whether to say 'Nice to see you' or 'Nice to meet you.' He seemed nice enough.
My family has their problems like everyone else's, so I'm starting to hate the holidays, but I love all of them no matter what.
And after we left, we went to Walmart and bought an iPod, seven hours before the rest of the world bought one for ten dollars cheaper. And coloring books and an ACDC cd. Good times.
And today was such a good day. Coffee with Trevor, which included bumping into David, Nicolai, and of all people Brendan, led to Christmas shopping with Moses and Heather, which led to driving around with Malinda, which ended up at Moses' house, at which phone calls led to being in Oleary's house a little while before she got there to see her and Amelia when they got home from Delaware.
Tonight I got to have a few deep conversations with good friends of mine, and reconnect with some people. That feels good.
MEWO I love dick. And so do you.
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