Thanksgiving has been a hassle to me since my parents got their jobs with the Salvation Army. Before then, we lived in a town with the majority of my extended family. Thanksgivings were marked by going to Grandma's house, talking to my aunts and uncles, listening to my great-grandparents tell stories, beating lovingly on my cousins, and some fucking incredible food courtesy of Grandma.

Then we moved away, and my parents got a corps, and every year we have a soup kitchen Thanksgiving dinner that like 200 people come to. No family. The house is empty. No dinner, we just have the leftovers from the one at the building. The only family I've seen since waking up is the cat, one of the dogs, and my brother. It'll be all I see until probably 4 pm, unless I get dressed and go over there, which... yeah, I'm not feeling all that volunteering today. They have enough people; Thanksgiving is the one day a year we have too many volunteers. No one wants to give up some time on a weekday in December, though.

Thanksgiving just leads up to Christmas, too. This chaos is just prep for the hell that is December. And this year we're not going to Grandma's house for Christmas. My family's so fucking broken down there right now that I'm sort of relieved Grandma didn't have to see all of it happen.


Not the usual Thanksgiving post. Sorry. Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it, have a nice Thursday to those who don't. I'll probably make a more appropriate post later.