Thanksgiving has come and gone. It was a low-key one with just Matt and 40, which was a nice change of pace. I made my calls to Joyce, Dad and Michele, and Mom Mom and Pop Pop. I ate more food than I should have.

Matt and I attempted (more Matt than I, but that is purely because 2 people can't really do it if there is only one x-act-o blade and staple gun) to put the carpet down in the bedroom. Matt got discouraged because it wasn't working out right.

I have work tomorrow (I could take it off, but Genevieve and Jamie are off and Maria is working at home and won't even be reachable by phone and I don't want to leave Matt by himself), so I should get some sleep. I am very tired despite only having been up for 12 hours.

Thanksgiving came and went as it does: without much fanfare.

Spending time with my father, Michele, Michelle, Sharon, Daniel (and later Amy) was great, though. Ayla, Michelle's 9-month old daughter, is beautiful. Daniel is adorable. Damien's awfully hyper-active, as per the norm. And Crow still amazes me with his vocab and speech, every time I see him... I very much remember the shy boy uncertain how to express himself, from years ago.

Aunt Sue was not there; they had Thanksgiving at their house. Emily will be going in for another round of chemotherapy.

I am incredibly out of the loop; Amy2 and Chris are getting divorced... I had no idea, and they've been separated since February and sold the house. I need to call my father bi-weekly and actually ask this stuff. It's not thrown at me. Andrea's apparently got a boyfriend, which is great, and I look forward to seeing her, Amy2, and my parents again at Christmas time.

One of the better lines was from the day was when Amy asked Crow what he and Damien had in common, as in what they played when they hung out. Crow said "We both like Life," but I'm not sure he meant the game, because he followed that up with "It's not like we're goth."

All-in-all, good. I'm just glad it's over. Generally how the holidays go.

Pop Pop called last night... I was going to call him my grandfather for a second... I've only really ever done that for other people. I've realized only since 1992 (when I moved and got new friends) that no one I've ever met also called their grandfather on their father's side "Pop Pop." I still do. Everyone does. Even my parents, their son... Anyway.

He called. He got to the point quickly-- he wanted to know if I was going to Connecticut for Thanksgiving. I panicked. I said yes. And I do want to go, in theory. Problem is, I'd rather be going five or six years in the past. But I missed last year and had a fabulous time having a Thanksgiving hosted by myself and Matt... Maybe we can still do that. However, it meant not seeing Amy, or my parents, my nephews, or any of my other family members that I rarely see. I used to love Thanksgiving and other holidays. Recently, it just seems like a good excuse for cloning. Where do I go?!

However, we will be in Connecticut for Thanksgiving proper, probably staying at a ho-mo-tel because I don't want to even deliberate sleeping at my grandparents' house with Matt. And then we go back. Maybe we'll even had a friends-Thanksgiving, too. I'm such a hostess. And I know that the Thanksgiving that we have at Mom Mom and Pop Pop's is a bit rushed and unfocused for Matt. We pile in, eat, pile out. We're not much with the inter-family mingling. We're all cliquey.

Michele called today, and we talked about Thanksgiving. They are going this year, which is relieving to me. I love my family, but I have about nothing in common with about three fourths of it. It's really that we all stopped trying to get to know each other years ago. We do the pleasantries ("How have you been," "How's school," "...work,") and that's usually the sum of it. And then we crowd around with our own umbrellas and talk like normal people.

I am also supposed to be visiting Michele, Dad, and Daniel before Thanksgiving, perhaps next week. At most it will be a Friday afternoon to Saturday afternoon type deal. Matt has too much work to do, and I don't want to miss next week's show 'cause a Livejournal acquaintance is coming and I requested Frank.

We shall see, but of course.