A Canadian Thanksgiving story

I am back. It was another Canadian Thanksgiving. Again, it coincides with a lot of life shit in my life, so it is always a great time to reflect on what has come and what may or will be. It is always wise to remember that there is always something for me to be thankful for in my life and I do give thanks for it all. You know if you focus on something you tend to get more of it. I like to focus on the positives in my life. If I focus on what I do not have, which is a lack, I will just end up with a greater sense of lacking things. I do not need that shit in my life and I will not invite it in.

Perspective in life is everything. Most occurrences are neutral and it is our perspective and perceptions that give meaning to them. You control that. Do not ever forget that. You can look at the negative or the positive or both even, but it is not a given. It is a choice.

That happy note is done with. The weekend was beautiful here. The house was much colder than being outside. I love that. I go outside to warm up. How fucked up is that? Yet, I choose that. I refuse to put on the heat in September. I know it is October, but the longer I can go with out firing up the furnace, the happier I am.

We did not go to the outlaws on Friday. I was my neice's 2nd birthday, so we had dinner with my family at my sister's place. It was nice. My neice, given Sunday's dinner, seems to finally be warming up to me. The baby nephew (brother's child) seems to like me. He smiles quite frequently when he looks at me, so obviously he is either laughing AT me or thinks that I look like some sort of clown. I may have to smack the little fucker for that. No way do I let a 5 month old get away with that shit. Then again, when the lad was that age, he puked all over my leather vest in GAP store in Buffalo. He then had a smile and a look on his face that said, "yeah, I puked on you. What are YOU going to do about it?"

I guess my revenge with the lad is to slowly torment him. That is life with Mr. Ambiguous in the household of the overly sarcastic male. That is his lot in life. He will have to make it whatever he sees fit to make it. The choice is all his. He can frame it in the positive, negative or even see all the facets of it (who says it has to be an either/or situation?). Good luck to him but I know he can handle it. It is his destiny.

Anyway, the outlaws came for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner here, farfalle and meatballs. It was good. There were oven roasted tomatoes which are superb. As usual, my mother in law complimented the food without tasting it. She did not even touch her tomatoes. Her being "nice" with the false and meaningless compliment was rather cruel. It is not as though her feedback on anything to do with food preparation is useful (eat dinner there once and you will see exactly what I mean) but I think I would be better served if she said nothing. The lying, no matter how inocuous, is just cruel coming from the land of denial and avoidance in which she resides. I am waiting for her to knit a chicken, then again she could not overcook it that way.

My father in law was in usual form. Eat by six and out of here by seven. I mean they were told to come at five but were here twenty minutes early. It is no big deal except invariably that is his excuse for wanting to leave early, how early he arrived. He cannot hold his water (really, with his enlarged prostate and the patience and comprehension of a two year old) so he hucks my mother in law to leave and she gives in. They arrive too early and he gets anxious to leave. In the end, I expected it and with the sun going down earlier now, the crazies rear themselves earlier, too. It is how he rushes my mother in law and how she puts up with it that makes me laugh. I would use the taser in a second. That, of course, is me and besides I do not have a father that I can zap.

I am now ranting about a crazy old man. I think we are coming up on the anniversary of him locking himself in the bathroom. I should get them a cake, but the wife would think that I am cruel (I am, but being a laugh whore, if it makes somebody, even me, laugh then it is justified). I am thinking that tomorrow will beget another nuclear arms rant. Of course, I am assuming that desperation and apathy do not rule overnight and we are all still around to write, or read, tomorrow. On that happy note, Ciao!