a week of giving thanks pt 4

Today is Thanksgiving in the US. I feel like everyone is in on a secret except for me. We arrived at B's Uncle's at the agreed upon time. We stood there for a few minutes carrying the food we had promised to bring. B rang the doorbell twice. No one answered. The dog didn't even bark. For a moment I thought we had missed something.

Thankfully B's cousin pulled up in his car. He had been out at the store. His parents were upstairs. Napping? Still there were indications that they really weren't into this. His cousin had his girlfriend and her friend over (the three of them went up to his bedroom to check out his new 40" TV). Maybe it was that. Or that their other two grown children couldn't make it home? It was weird. We were home by 6:30pm.

Overall it turned out well, but there was just something in the air. No one talks about anything in their family, so who knows what is going on.

Still, I try and remain grateful, especially for B and those I am fortunate enough to call my friends.


on the night stand :: The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick