thanksgiving dinner

there will be 15 people for thanksgiving tomorrow.

last night my dad's sister valerie and her husband hugh arrived.

this afternoon, dad's dad and common-law-step-mum (the aunt of carolyn, my mass. common law step first cousin once removed) got here.

tomorrow dad's mother's brother and sister-in-law are due (so great uncle and aunt, and their children, completely adult, are my first cousins once removed). also the other sister, the one who doesn't eat cooked food.

interestingly, my dad's parents were divorced when he was at college. it was involuntary on his mom's side and she was miserable and basically stagnated the rest of her life until she died of breast cancer about ten years later and there was some bad blood between grandpa and great-uncle marty, who was, um, twenty? fifteen? ten? years younger than grandma and has always been very loyal. this will be the first time they have met since the divorce.

god, this apartment is already too small.

i haven't been online today and i greatly felt the loss, although i consoled myself with two episodes of star trek and two of due south, including mounty on the bounty. during the latter my little sister turned to me.

'cim,' she said, 'is there slash of ray and constable fraser?'

me: [opens mouth to speak, searching for words]

lillian: because i just thought that would be cute.

p.s.: grandpa's debby has never heard of wodehouse.

she can't recall what they represent

apparently mom's all in favor of having alcohol in the house for thanksgiving. fortuitous since we'd just run out of smirnoff ice.

i think eight days of luke is very nearly as good as i remembered it. nahce. with the. thingy. yes. it's nice because that rarely happens with books from one's childhood, does it?

i've eaten a lot and am feeling warm and muzzy. you should see how crowded, how messy our apartment looks. i really, really wish i didn't live here. that i was just visiting too.