Thanksgiving
Well, that was Thanksgiving. As per usual, it was just Mom and me. She ordered the Ultimate Turkey Dinner from Marie Callendar's for us. It was pretty damn ultimate. An entire turkey, all of the stereotypical side dishes (yams, potatoes, veggies, stuffing), a pie-shaped loaf of cornbread, and two actual pies (pumpkin and lemon merenge).
I guess she felt the need to do something special for Thanksgiving. Maybe she's starting to come out of her depression. Or maybe she was just really fucking hungry. It wouldn't surprise me...who knows how long that blockage was there in her lower intestine? I can't remember her ever being a big eater, and the accident that was ultimately responsible for it happened when I was in middle school, I think.
Anyways, Thanksgiving is over. One down, two to go. New Year's I don't mind, it's a holiday that is actually okay to spend with friends instead of family. Christmas, on the other hand, is going to be another Day that Shit Isn't Open. Fortunately, I have World of Warcraft to keep me from going stir-crazy this year.
I dread the Christmas Season, though. Seeing all the decorations is such a letdown when the day itself arrives. Doing anything special when it's just the two of us seems so pointless, though. Then again, maybe it's even more important to do something special now that it's just the two of us. Just because his life is over doesn't mean ours has to be.
I guess she felt the need to do something special for Thanksgiving. Maybe she's starting to come out of her depression. Or maybe she was just really fucking hungry. It wouldn't surprise me...who knows how long that blockage was there in her lower intestine? I can't remember her ever being a big eater, and the accident that was ultimately responsible for it happened when I was in middle school, I think.
Anyways, Thanksgiving is over. One down, two to go. New Year's I don't mind, it's a holiday that is actually okay to spend with friends instead of family. Christmas, on the other hand, is going to be another Day that Shit Isn't Open. Fortunately, I have World of Warcraft to keep me from going stir-crazy this year.
I dread the Christmas Season, though. Seeing all the decorations is such a letdown when the day itself arrives. Doing anything special when it's just the two of us seems so pointless, though. Then again, maybe it's even more important to do something special now that it's just the two of us. Just because his life is over doesn't mean ours has to be.