Thanksgiving Eve

Came home with 150 bucks worth of groceries to a blackout and now we’re drinking lukewarm PBR and listening to crackling vinyl on the portable phonograph.



So I made dinner yesterday, had the siblings over for eats and laffs, packaged six months worth of leftovers, then cleaned up, scrubbing a zillion dishes and pots and one deep blue turkey pan and have dishwater hands that Madge would not believe, made a big pot of turkey vegetable soup, handwashed some laundry because the part hasn’t come in for the goddam washing machine yet, washed the floor, straightened up the place and then sat in the dark listening to Joe Henderson until I realized it was getting less dark. Nearly twenty four hours of giving thanks (if you include the Joe Henderson). Thank god that we have to be grateful only once a year. And the Macy’s Parade coverage is lame. I hate those fucking pop singers. I liked it better with Milton Berle in a dress.

Milton Berle at the Macy's Parade, 1982.

Milton Berle at the Macy’s Parade, 1982.