My sisters aren’t going to be here for another couple of hours, so I’m taking a break to come up to my bedroom and get some writing done. We’re finished with everything for the most part, but of course there will be another round of last minute preparations that cannot be done too early. I am going to make vegetarian gravy for the veggies in the crowd, and who knows? I might be one of them today…..at least where the gravy is concerned. 😉 I know that I will always eat my own cooking because such love went into it.
Plus, I was a vegan for a long time and already know how to make gravy with substitutions.
It would be good if I could make the gravy now because the kitchen isn’t actively being used, but my dad said “it’s a 15 minute recipe and the gravy will congeal.” Yeah, that’s not appetizing. I’d rather cook while everything is chaos than send something out that’s subpar.
Tiina sent me a text that said “wishing you a happy Thanksgiving” and I almost cried. My friend remembered me even though I’m all the way in Texas. So sweet I could not even. It made everything all better because when I’m in Texas, I miss my friends. When I’m in Maryland, I miss my family. I feel like I’m always between homes, but that’s nothing unusual.
My parents have been divorced since I was 17, and my mother died about nine years ago. The absolute only positive about my mom dying, because I had to look for something (I was wrecked and didn’t get out of bed for the first three months) is that I no longer feel the pull between spending time with mom and spending time with dad. Feeling guilty that you’re not with the other parent, etc.
Now, my stepsisters have also lost their mother, and that’s a frame of reference you don’t get until you join the Dead Moms Club. Other people mean well, but there is no substitute for having friends that have already lost parents because you have been uniquely shaken out of the nest.
We’re all thinking about the people we’ve lost, gathering together in their memory/honor.
I’m making it a point to give thanks for the people that won’t be at my table, as well. Just because the relationship is not active does not mean I don’t want the best for everyone whether we’re talking or not. I have lost a lot of friends recently due to my blog, and that just has to be okay. I wouldn’t blog if I could do anything else.
I’m sure I can do a lot of other things, frankly, but passion does not drive them.
I’m going through a new phase in my life and it’s hard to be thankful this year, but I just have to reframe. I have learned so much about what not to do, what not to write, etc. I know what fight is worth having and what isn’t. But the bottom line is that I cannot care about anyone’s feelings more than my own. What makes me a dynamic storyteller is that I don’t roll any punches and just take the inevitable blowback.
There are some entries I’ve been an absolute potato for publishing, but the thing about it is that I don’t have time to second guess myself, either. Stream of consciousness writing is just that. You can apologize, but you cannot read other people’s minds. Their reaction is their reaction and I didn’t do it on purpose. I screamed into the void and they listened.
That’s because when you’re talking to everyone, you’re talking to no one in particular.
I have always said that I have the power to lead one person or a million, but not two.
Sage advice coming from a preacher’s kid. I’m great in front of a huge audience or one on one, but I struggle with small gatherings. I think that’s because the conversation naturally stays at cocktail party levels and I’m terrible at small talk. I have big ideas and I will just infodump if you let me. I don’t even realize it.
“You sly dog…. You caught me monologuing!”
I think Dana said it best when she said, “you’re talking like you’re blogging. Go write it down.” I was so offended because there was so much truth in it….. And also, you’re my wife. Why are you complaining about me rattling on instead of calling me on it so I could change my behavior? That problem got solved when she hit me because all of the sudden, I didn’t have much to say.
She done told me.
There’s more I could say about that fight and how it changed me, but I have gone back to focusing on good memories. My dad was saying that cooking was teamwork with Angela and he wanted to make sure everything still tasted right. I said, “it’s been 12 years, and I still miss cooking with Dana.”
I don’t miss everything, but I do miss that. She was a hell of a team player at home and at work. We were line cooks at two pubs together, and worked best when we were both on shift because we could have conversations with glances.
But that’s the thing about Dana. I cannot go back, because I cannot trust her.
I have major trust issues where I didn’t before, so I feel good that this holiday is me enveloped in family rather than trying to force a Friendsgiving with people I barely know. It’s not that I don’t have any friends, I just haven’t made many in Baltimore. Most of them are in charge of taking care of me.
I am a whole mood.
I can hear my dad watching TV downstairs and I’m wondering if I should join him. But staying up here and just chatting about anything and everything is so tempting and I know my dad won’t care what I do. It would just be nice to spend time with him.
So, I think I’ll go with it.
Stories That Are All True 