Tonight I find myself scouring the grease and grime from countless plates, platters, and dishes in a seemingly futile attempt to restore some sort of order to our kitchen. Alas, the plight of the overworked Thanksgiving Day dishwasher. Actually I find the entire cleaning routine sort of soothing in a strange way. It must be the rythmic, mindless quality of it, I don't know for sure, but I find myself distancing from the present situation and really relaxing, even while my hands are pruning up. The end result: a sparkly kitchen and a mellow Andrew.
So, today was interesting. I can't say it was a fantastic Thanksgiving, but no thanksgiving with my family ever is. around midday I had a sneaking suspicion my mother was really trying to enforce some family-bonding because this is my last Thanksgiving here at home. Call me crazy, but I was pretty sure the multiple boardgames and movies shoved in my face were a sly attempt by my mom to try and pretend, even for the shortest period of time, that we have something approaching a Platonic relationship. I rather enjoy the current state of affairs between myself and my mom. While I grow and mature I know that my view of my mom and her role in my life will change but for now I'm content and at least we've escaped the stereotypical conflicts.
In addition, today I made up for 4 entire years of misplaced high school pep by attending the Thanksgiving Day football game between the two rival high school in our town. Mine, and the other one. The game itself was underwhelming, but I was prepared for this and only allowed a small part of my heart to die with the hope that I'd at last find some small meaningful side to high school football and all that entails. At least I had the chance to catch up with some friends.
Until later,
Andrew
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