Prospects of Thanksgivings Alone

I live about 2000 miles away from my family. I have for years now, and I’m used to that. But during the holidays, it pretty much sucks. And yes, I, like everyone else, still do remember the stress involved with family holidays.

Like that Christmas we had all the fambly over and Mom got a wicked sinus infection that blew her face up like a red, itchy balloon and we had to send everybody home so that Dad could take her to the emergency room. Yeah, that wasn’t awkward at all.

Or Thanksgivings at my aunt’s house with lots of family, wondering who all the new people were that everyone somehow assumed I would know. Nothing like wondering who the knee-high munchkin trying to put a finger in your mashed potatoes and filch your dark meat and not having a clue what name to shout at them, or even who they belonged to. And no hints, either. The silent menfolk in the living room aren’t about to give the game away. One day, I will make it away from the little kids’ table. One day…

Last year I went to an Orphan’s Thanksgiving, and it was tons of low-stress fun. There are a lot of us in Las Vegas who can’t get away for holidays, just because people are bizarre and actually want to see Vegas spectaculars on family holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. A bunch of us met, bringing food and happiness, had a good time, then we all trundled off to work. With leftovers. Man, could I live for Thanksgiving leftovers. Mmm mm.

This year I somehow magically ended up with the day off. But I have nowhere to go. I have to take matters into my own hands. I have long since vowed not to have holidays where I feel sorry for myself. The biggies are: Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years Eve, and Valentines Day. I refuse to let commercialism and societal expectations make me feel awful. Especially when I can have fun.

I’m thinking: phone calls to family, texts to friends, James Bond marathon, WAY too much food (and not shirking the boozahol either), Turkey Trot with my dog (before the way too much food, not after. I’m not insane, you know.), and possibly beginning my macrame owl (just to feel a bit productive. I imagine the boozahol will make this much more interesting.). If I can find it streaming (only Netflix in this house), I also would like to watch the Macy’s Parade and wonder who all the performers I’ve never heard of are.

I got my provisions, mostly from saintly Trader Joe, who had the foresight to sell pre-roasted half-turkeys, chestnuts, stuffing, potatoes, and cranberry sauce. Yesterday I made pies – apple AND pumpkin, because nobody likes to make the hard decisions.

And then the next morning: Waffles and Leftover Turkey Gravy, just like Grandma used to make. (Yes, she did. And you should try it before you knock it. Use fresh ground pepper on top. Seriously.)

This year, I will be thankful that this holiday revolves around food. Food is easy.

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~ by jesstracey on November 21, 2011.

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