My Thanksgiving was all right. I spent the first six hours helping out at my former church, St. John the Evangelist, with a free dinner. The work was easy if boring, and I had an uncomfortable moment where a lady I've known for probably seven years didn't recognize me. One of my elementary-school lunch ladies was helping out also, and she brought along what I still think is the best cornbread I've ever had: prepackaged Sara Lee cornbread. Try it, it's the moistest and most delicious. (Apologies for the occasional product placement in this blog, the recommendations are sincere.) Some of the old ladies also made plans to go see Breaking Dawn together, which hurt me on the inside but also made me laugh. After the dinner, I had another at my aunt Judy's in Kingston with the maternal side of the family. Since Ryan's birthday is the 25th, he got his birthday present from Judy today: an iPod Nano. The boy is eight years old! He'll have to learn how to operate the computer before he can effectively work with the iPod.
Quote of the day:
"Native Americans celebrating Thanksgiving? That's like Germans celebrating D-Day." - me
Imitation is the highest form of flattery, so here's my Sabrina-esque list of things I'm thankful for.
Cold Boston rain. A roof to sleep under, and blankets to keep me warm. HBO television. Hot dogs with ketchup. UBurger. Spring, summer, autumn and winter. Team Fortress 2. Professor Lovely's brilliant mind. Instant film. Brian's garage. Musical theater. Paul Baribeau's beard. Iris and all the beautiful things she does for me. Belle and Sebastian. That golden tint on childhood memories. Boy Scout camp. Cuddling. Katie's tactical snark. Exchanged glances. Multiple choice questions. Back massages. People who break the ice in the elevator. Thunderstorms. Shay and her endearing dryness. Chocolate chip cookies. Petty revenge. Handwritten notes. School spirit. Pens that last forever and become your friend. Alanna's colorfulness. Freedom of religion. Having 5 functioning senses. Secret plans. Morning sex. The right to vote. All of Alaric's silly habits. The other side of the pillow. Night walks. Matt's explosive imagination. Tuna melt sandwiches. Nate Silver. Wikipedia. Riddles. Sean's unmatched ability to make me laugh. Soft shirts. Game of Thrones. Moments of reflection. Dermatologists. Getting the chance to overwhelm someone in a debate. History books. Harrison's openness and kindness. Humble Bundles. Short speeches. TF2 Raffle House and the friendly strangers there. The ability to read. Crushes. Relentless honesty. NU beating BU by a point in the last ten seconds. Pizza delivery. Excessive use of fuckwords. Fallows' stoicism through all my erratic behavior. Hope. Making new friends. Tête-à-têtes. Holidays. Gaining someone's trust. Progressive lawmaking. Caramel. How easy it is to make Katharine laugh. Forests, waterfalls and other peaceful places. HeroClix. Breakfast in bed. Internet forums. Detail-oriented people. That I can always twist Sabrina's words, and she never seems to mind. Babbies. Plastic army men. Old stories and inside jokes. That blue color right before the sunrise. The MBTA. Eric's always-pleasurable company. Engineers. Walt Whitman. Graphic novels. How Shanti always shows me new things to love about life. Travel. The Batman franchise. Dancing when no one's watching. Voyeurism. Symphony Hall. The way that time turns bad moments into funny moments. Stupid shit friends do together. Logan and his stories. State parks. Close games of chess. Insomnia. Making art spontaneously. All the sacrifices my family has made for me. Showers in the dark. Warm, dry socks. That I had the chance to go to France once and Canada twice. Forgiveness. Lancelot, my computer (<3 u bebe). Piano music. Rooms with high ceilings. Laughing at people who will never know. Air conditioning. Gangsta rap in all its forms. Argyle sweaters. Motion pictures. The way that smiles brighten some people's faces like a light in the dark. Ctrl commands. Booty shorts. Snow falling under streetlights. Bargain bin DVDs. The smell of my father's cologne. Nostalgia. Cushion forts. Antibiotics. Rocking chairs. All the words in the world.
No comments:
Post a Comment