Thanks, Indians!
J:
We had a good Thanks-Indians. We visited a crowd of my family at Thom and
Kathy's place. After our feast, I watched some football game with some
siblings. I saw Emmitt Smith get punched (and nobody else saw it). Other
than that, the game seemed pretty uneventful.
Jonathan
Kruger, one of our surrogate orphans, actually survived our family get
together, with no discernible injuries. He spent most of the day chatting
with my Dad about politics and religion. Chris Welsh, another orphan, also
visited us for the holiday, but he opted for Thanks-Indians Dinner with
Leo's family.
We
made a very large veggie pot pie and stuffed ourselves with it on Thursday,
Friday, Saturday, and I ate the rest on Sunday. Somewhere in there I made
a huge skillet of five different kinds of wild mushrooms, which Chris declared
"exactly what I wanted." (They were delicious, too.)
Somewhen
during the holidays a bunch of us went to the New Deal to see a two person
band called Midge play. The place was packed and a lot of our neighborhood
friends were there. After the New Deal closed we had an improvised party
at our house, with coffee, beer, and humorous conversation about, well,
mostly men's nipples. But later after everybody else left, Leo, Lucy, Chris,
Gina and myself had a heated discussion about the purpose of, and one's
purpose in, Life. I had a very frustrating time understanding Leo's concept
of one's "real self," but I think I'm beginning to understand it the more
I contemplate it. I think it's something like those parts of yourself that
you are most comfortable with. Or something like that.