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Thanksgiving this year was actually fun.
I loathe Thanksgiving as a rule. Hands down, my least favorite holiday. I’ll spare you that particular rant, but it’s heavy on words like “greed,” “hypocrisy,” and “familial dysfunction.”
The Knights came over and LiRong mit family. Lemme tell you, the Knights have it tough – their 23-year-old son is severely retarded and they take care of him at home, and his father is a diabetic with myasthenia gravis and an implanted kidney. Nevertheless, they are smart, cheerful, lively, fun to be around, and they don’t feel sorry for themselves. And I’ve developed considerable affection for LiRong over the past year, which has been a Life Lesson of sorts, to wit: You don’t actually have to feel a deep connection with someone to be friends with them. Friendship is more about the accretion of shared experience.
Anyway, I am done with personal relationships that are laid out like minefields. I am done with people who fly into rages over trivial things.
Except, of course, for the one I gave birth to because he hasn’t yet ascended to my Yoda-like heights of wisdom:
I am supposed to drive up to Ithaca today because I did not succeed in luring him down to the picturesque Hudson Valley for Big Turkey Fun. I don’t actually feel like driving to Ithaca and am trying to think of plausible excuses that would allow me to put off the trip till, say, tomorrow. But really, there are none.
I loathe Thanksgiving as a rule. Hands down, my least favorite holiday. I’ll spare you that particular rant, but it’s heavy on words like “greed,” “hypocrisy,” and “familial dysfunction.”
The Knights came over and LiRong mit family. Lemme tell you, the Knights have it tough – their 23-year-old son is severely retarded and they take care of him at home, and his father is a diabetic with myasthenia gravis and an implanted kidney. Nevertheless, they are smart, cheerful, lively, fun to be around, and they don’t feel sorry for themselves. And I’ve developed considerable affection for LiRong over the past year, which has been a Life Lesson of sorts, to wit: You don’t actually have to feel a deep connection with someone to be friends with them. Friendship is more about the accretion of shared experience.
Anyway, I am done with personal relationships that are laid out like minefields. I am done with people who fly into rages over trivial things.
Except, of course, for the one I gave birth to because he hasn’t yet ascended to my Yoda-like heights of wisdom:
I am supposed to drive up to Ithaca today because I did not succeed in luring him down to the picturesque Hudson Valley for Big Turkey Fun. I don’t actually feel like driving to Ithaca and am trying to think of plausible excuses that would allow me to put off the trip till, say, tomorrow. But really, there are none.
