Thanksgiving
Nov. 24th, 2005 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212Well, I got home Tuesday night, hugged my parents and brother, cuddled my cats, and went to sleep.
Wednesday was busy, but fun. Mom had to go get tortured by the dentist, so I ended up watching the kids. That bounced between being fun and exhausting. Audrey and Riley took a while to remember me, but they warmed up about the time I put on the music and danced with them. Audrey in particular loves music, so she started bouncing and clapping her hands, in between begging to be picked up so that she could dance with me. And Josie remembered me, and kept carting books over to get read. As the evil white stuff (otherwise known as snow) was falling down out of the sky, Mom chose to drive the kids down to the library, rather than walk at two-year-old speed.
The mail arrived with a letter about me. Or at least, presumably about me, since they used my name. However, they kept refering to me as him, or "your son". These are people in charge of a society of high achievers, and they can't figure out that Margaret is a girl's name? They want me to be part of a program, but with the amount of money involve, it's a no-go. If we wanted to spend that much money on me, my parents would get me a single room to avoid the roommate hassles.
And then we went to church for Spaghetti Supper. Spaghetti Supper is an annual tradition in my church, we come in on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, have a short service, and the men cook spaghetti while the women relax. It's also very special to my family, because it is our personal aniversary of attending church there. The very first thing we attended at Christ Church was the Spaghetti Supper, when I was five years old.
Today, I woke to my cat demanding cuddles. The poor cat misses me terribly when I go away, as I am his human and I shouldn't be leaving him, not even for college. I ignored the parade, it's never really interested me, in favor of a new book.
And we headed up to Grandmommy's nursing home for dinner, with piles of food in the trunk. Dinner conversation was, for the most part, entertaining and diverse. We started by discussing whether my brother would inherit my father's hair, or our maternal grandfather's hair. We're hoping for the latter, Granddaddy kept his hair his entire life. That conversation led to talk about a book I'd found in my shelfreading at the library and brought home because Dad was interested in the subject, The Seven Daughters of Eve. It's a book about how Europeans are all descended from one of seven mothers, and how this scientist came to find this out by looking at the mitochondrial DNA. Later it shifted to Star Trek episodes, and then in several random directions. The only sour note came from my siblings and my cousin descending into stage crew humor when my mother left the room. I've never been fond of vulgarities, and they were getting rather crude by the end.
And finally, in a random fan moment, I realized that while listening to Steve McDonald that any of his songs from his latest CD work for various sci-fi characters, mostly Star Trek and Firefly. Most of them work for both.
Wednesday was busy, but fun. Mom had to go get tortured by the dentist, so I ended up watching the kids. That bounced between being fun and exhausting. Audrey and Riley took a while to remember me, but they warmed up about the time I put on the music and danced with them. Audrey in particular loves music, so she started bouncing and clapping her hands, in between begging to be picked up so that she could dance with me. And Josie remembered me, and kept carting books over to get read. As the evil white stuff (otherwise known as snow) was falling down out of the sky, Mom chose to drive the kids down to the library, rather than walk at two-year-old speed.
The mail arrived with a letter about me. Or at least, presumably about me, since they used my name. However, they kept refering to me as him, or "your son". These are people in charge of a society of high achievers, and they can't figure out that Margaret is a girl's name? They want me to be part of a program, but with the amount of money involve, it's a no-go. If we wanted to spend that much money on me, my parents would get me a single room to avoid the roommate hassles.
And then we went to church for Spaghetti Supper. Spaghetti Supper is an annual tradition in my church, we come in on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, have a short service, and the men cook spaghetti while the women relax. It's also very special to my family, because it is our personal aniversary of attending church there. The very first thing we attended at Christ Church was the Spaghetti Supper, when I was five years old.
Today, I woke to my cat demanding cuddles. The poor cat misses me terribly when I go away, as I am his human and I shouldn't be leaving him, not even for college. I ignored the parade, it's never really interested me, in favor of a new book.
And we headed up to Grandmommy's nursing home for dinner, with piles of food in the trunk. Dinner conversation was, for the most part, entertaining and diverse. We started by discussing whether my brother would inherit my father's hair, or our maternal grandfather's hair. We're hoping for the latter, Granddaddy kept his hair his entire life. That conversation led to talk about a book I'd found in my shelfreading at the library and brought home because Dad was interested in the subject, The Seven Daughters of Eve. It's a book about how Europeans are all descended from one of seven mothers, and how this scientist came to find this out by looking at the mitochondrial DNA. Later it shifted to Star Trek episodes, and then in several random directions. The only sour note came from my siblings and my cousin descending into stage crew humor when my mother left the room. I've never been fond of vulgarities, and they were getting rather crude by the end.
And finally, in a random fan moment, I realized that while listening to Steve McDonald that any of his songs from his latest CD work for various sci-fi characters, mostly Star Trek and Firefly. Most of them work for both.
