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Dominik on Saturday: "If it sounds like I'm bitter, that's because I'm bitter." And I said to him, "I get it, you know I get it," and he was like, "Yeah, I know."
My Southern-food Thanksgiving went off well. Back in America I don't remember ever seeing a parade or a football game, actually. I usually celebrated with my mother's family, and they broke out the guitars after eating and everybody played and sang folk songs together for a while. I really only remember one Thanksgiving with my father's side, and then my cousins and my aunt played the piano for a while and my grandfather recited 88 lines of Longfellow to me. So yeah, I guess we're kinda pretentious. :) These days Thanksgiving looks like this: three years in the Austrians know what pulled pork is, and Mike's dad and our four-year-old niece are stealing bites as they help prepare it. The two-year-old polishes off a truly alarming amount of banana pudding. And eventually, because this is what Austrians do, or at least the family I married into does, at every celebration - it's 11 PM, eight hours or so since we ate, and all the adults are still sitting around the table, dishes cleared off, playing with the decorations scattered around their places, waving hands, half-drunk, three different political and/or philosophical discussions going on at top speed, laughing and cutting each other off and addressing each other with that finely calibrated balance between courtly respect and biting sarcasm, "well, dear godfather..." and every time a wine glass is emptied Mike's dad fills it right back up, because when everybody lives in the same village it's not like you gotta worry about driving home.
Mike's out with some work buddies and I'm not begrudging him the chance to drink his worries away, especially since he's been taking extra care with me lately and he did call me this afternoon to make sure I was still okay - but I was supposed to have only one doctor's appointment this week, and instead I was at the doctor's this morning and they decided they wanted me back Friday, and then the afternoon was freaky and now I have to go back again tomorrow instead... So I'm, shall we say, less than zen about it all right now. And I should have done so much work today but it's been hard to concentrate. Not that he could do anything about it if he were here, but yeah. Lame day. Mostly I'm just pissed at life at the moment. Fuck this shit.
My Southern-food Thanksgiving went off well. Back in America I don't remember ever seeing a parade or a football game, actually. I usually celebrated with my mother's family, and they broke out the guitars after eating and everybody played and sang folk songs together for a while. I really only remember one Thanksgiving with my father's side, and then my cousins and my aunt played the piano for a while and my grandfather recited 88 lines of Longfellow to me. So yeah, I guess we're kinda pretentious. :) These days Thanksgiving looks like this: three years in the Austrians know what pulled pork is, and Mike's dad and our four-year-old niece are stealing bites as they help prepare it. The two-year-old polishes off a truly alarming amount of banana pudding. And eventually, because this is what Austrians do, or at least the family I married into does, at every celebration - it's 11 PM, eight hours or so since we ate, and all the adults are still sitting around the table, dishes cleared off, playing with the decorations scattered around their places, waving hands, half-drunk, three different political and/or philosophical discussions going on at top speed, laughing and cutting each other off and addressing each other with that finely calibrated balance between courtly respect and biting sarcasm, "well, dear godfather..." and every time a wine glass is emptied Mike's dad fills it right back up, because when everybody lives in the same village it's not like you gotta worry about driving home.
Mike's out with some work buddies and I'm not begrudging him the chance to drink his worries away, especially since he's been taking extra care with me lately and he did call me this afternoon to make sure I was still okay - but I was supposed to have only one doctor's appointment this week, and instead I was at the doctor's this morning and they decided they wanted me back Friday, and then the afternoon was freaky and now I have to go back again tomorrow instead... So I'm, shall we say, less than zen about it all right now. And I should have done so much work today but it's been hard to concentrate. Not that he could do anything about it if he were here, but yeah. Lame day. Mostly I'm just pissed at life at the moment. Fuck this shit.