Mom's in town this week, so I'm going out to dinner with her and her brother tomorrow night. Not a Thanksgiving dinner, just a restaurant. They'll be doing Thanksgiving with her brother's kids.
I'll be partaking in the usual feast at my dad's house. Gonna stop by my grandmother's house tomorrow afternoon to bring her a pumpkin pie -- her favorite. The least I can do for someone who prefers to spend Thanksgiving alone. She did the holiday hustle and bustle for years, raising six kids. At 81 going on 82, she likes her peace and quiet.
I've also come down with laryngitis this week, just my luck. I still plan on putting back a personal record amount of food on Thursday.
I'll also honor my annual tradition of staying far away from Black Friday shopping crowds. Gotta love the irony of hordes of people stepping on each other to buy sh!t they don't need after a day of being thankful for what they have.
Here in this graveyard it's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.