Various events will be changing up my usual holiday celebrations this year. Because my cousin who's hosting Thanksgiving wants to spend the day with her late mother's family -- it's their big all-family gathering day -- we're getting together on Friday instead. So tomorrow, for the first time ever in my life, I will be having Thanksgiving dinner at a restaurant, with some friends and their family. It's weird to think that I won't be going anywhere tomorrow, that I'm not baking or assembling some dish tonight, that we have the entire morning and afternoon to ourselves. Not bad, just weird.
Friday, then, will be family day (which means no
Moose Day celebration, though it's been years since I organized anything for that anyway). On Saturday, I'll attend a Gilmore Girls marathon. Most years, I go to a "Friendsgiving" dinner on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, but that's not happening this year, because the friends who host it are packing up their house for a massive remodel. Which makes Sunday another unexpectedly free day. I expect all of these events, and relaxing days off, will be fun and lovely, but I'm a fan of tradition and ritual, so all these changes are throwing me off a little.
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