Junior Ganymede
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Lileks on Thangsgiving

November 23rd, 2009 by Vader

Pretty much captures my feelings about it:

I love Thanksgiving, but I always feel useless. The womenfolk do all the cooking; the kitchen is a hen party non pariel, and the menfolk just wander at the margins like beaten wolves skulking at the perimeter of the campfire. I don’t watch football anymore, so I don’t have the option of sitting in front of the TV and watching big guys run into each other. But I still like football, if need be, so if I have to join in the reindeer games, I will.

And yet, I have a great deal to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. I dasn’t go into details, as it would be a liberty. Suffice to say that the life-support suit is still supporting life satisfactorily, and I haven’t had to choke the living sin out of a stupid subordinate in weeks.

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November 23rd, 2009 12:10:37
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I do all the cooking, but I’m not into a six-hour kitchen stint, so I put the turkeys in, wait several hours, pull the turkeys out, make mashed potatoes, turn the turkey drippings into gravy, and cover the rest of the table with cold stuff: salads, cranberry bread, rolls, etc.

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