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azurelunatic) wrote2002-11-28 08:30 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-11-28 08:30 pm
Home again...
The family's home, and it feels like home. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
votania hit it off with marxdarx's grandparents immediately, which is unusual for her. They are very nice people, and great fun was had by all.
The discomfort of past years, what I was picking up from Marx when he talked about it, was all due to his progenitor Scumbucket being present, which would make anyone uncomfortable.
They came home with leftovers and interesting things. Everybody got a little stained glass hanging thing.votania picked out a cluster of butterflies -- spring azures, it looks like -- for me.
The one point to the day of grouchiness was actually not in the immediate family at all:votania's mother is hurt and angry that her daughter would even dream of going elsewhere for Thanksgiving. But that's what happens when the official Capulet Family Thanksgiving is an affair of tension, bad feelings, and mediocre cooking, mixed with rivalries and spiced with just a dash of bigotry.
Tomorrow is our family celebration. The turkey is still thawing in the fridge. I've started the salad. There will be mashed potatoes, corn, pumpkin pie, fudge, and whatever else winds up on the table. I sorted through some of the stuff in the fridge beforehand, to make sure that there will be enough room. I've got a bottle of wine chilling, and a bottle of sparkling apple cider. The living room's as near to spotless as it can be easily gotten. All is just about in readiness. Stuffing will be made, and will include my special (and experimental) mixture of garlic, onion, sage, parsley, and white wine.
I ought to call my parents, and Narcissa, to say hi.
votania hit it off with marxdarx's grandparents immediately, which is unusual for her. They are very nice people, and great fun was had by all. The discomfort of past years, what I was picking up from Marx when he talked about it, was all due to his progenitor Scumbucket being present, which would make anyone uncomfortable.
They came home with leftovers and interesting things. Everybody got a little stained glass hanging thing.
votania picked out a cluster of butterflies -- spring azures, it looks like -- for me. The one point to the day of grouchiness was actually not in the immediate family at all:
votania's mother is hurt and angry that her daughter would even dream of going elsewhere for Thanksgiving. But that's what happens when the official Capulet Family Thanksgiving is an affair of tension, bad feelings, and mediocre cooking, mixed with rivalries and spiced with just a dash of bigotry. Tomorrow is our family celebration. The turkey is still thawing in the fridge. I've started the salad. There will be mashed potatoes, corn, pumpkin pie, fudge, and whatever else winds up on the table. I sorted through some of the stuff in the fridge beforehand, to make sure that there will be enough room. I've got a bottle of wine chilling, and a bottle of sparkling apple cider. The living room's as near to spotless as it can be easily gotten. All is just about in readiness. Stuffing will be made, and will include my special (and experimental) mixture of garlic, onion, sage, parsley, and white wine.
I ought to call my parents, and Narcissa, to say hi.