Thanksgiving

We had our celebration on Saturday. I talked belovedest through turkey prep, including the seasoning, the night before. Then they set an alarm for fuck o'clock to put it in.

It was a smallish group: the household, , and a couple who were among belovedest's first independent friends post-ex, and their kid.

Mr. K had to leave early, alas, but not before turkey and biscuits.

Then we watched some Miraculous Ladybug and played a riotous tournament of Suspend. The kid brought the riot.

The rest of the evening was quieter after Mrs. K left with the kid. Rather than have big containers of potatoes and stuffing and such to contend with, we portioned them out into meal boxes, and put the rest of the bird carcass in a crock pot to stew down.


Sunday involved a generous amount of sleep. We picked through the meat and made turkey soup. Dinner was BLTs minus the L.

The ethics of breakups

Thinking about breakups again (a thing in my greater social circle happened a while ago) and the concept of fair play.

I am predisposed to skepticism when a person goes "But they didn't have to X; I would be so much less devastated if they had done it more gently." In more than one of the breakups I've witnessed, the less-injured party *did* try to do it more gently. And it didn't stick. So they're trying again.

Not universal, certainly. But sometimes a thing.