Thanksgiving

There were pies. And turkey. And family.

And it was good.

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I'm just too uncomfortable to fall asleep. Drat. (A word which should definitely come back into circulation, say I.) Nothing seems to be calming the joint pain today; couple that with persistent nausea and this damnable itching and you have a recipe for sleeplessness. Not that I'm not sleepy, of course; I just can't seem to do anything about it.

Today is Thanksgiving in Canukistan. I believe that I may never really get into the spirit of the holiday on the Canadian schedule. The weather is wrong, even when it's not as unseasonably warm as it has been around here this week; there are too many leaves on the trees and the ground is too soft and the sky is still too blue for it to feel like a proper Thanksgiving for me. Thanksgiving should be crisp and cool with a rumor of winter in its bones. (Not that that doesn't usually describe Canada in early October *g*) You New Englanders know what I'm talking about, right? Plus there's the whole "gateway to Christmas" aura around it that just isn't a part of the experience around here. Also, I don't think that it's that major of a holiday for Canadians. I mean it's a huge in the States. There's a bit of a frenzy about it, really. Don't get me wrong, it's a perfectly lovely holiday here, too, but it doesn't feel like Thanksgiving in the way I've known it for lo these 58 years.

I remember feeling that way about Christmas the year I was living in the desert of Arizona. You know, Santa wearing a sombrero and a serape leading a sleigh pulled by burros is just wrong. As is putting - God I can't remember the word - the silver stuff that comes in strands - on palm trees is both wrong and silly. And you bet your ass that I'm being completely and unapologetically New England-centric about it all :) Bah and humbug.

Anyway. I'm hungry. I can nibble at stuff, but I can't really eat anything substantial. Perhaps that would explain my less than accepting assessment of holidays not done in New England style. Or I could just be a genetically wired crankypants. Your call.

I'm struggling for words here, guys. That's kind of new. And unwelcome. I've had problems with speaking, but up until now writing wasn't a problem. I'm hoping it's just that I'm tired. And still hungry. Pixel is alseep sprawled out on my legs. Her little back paws are right. here. I am tempted to nibble on her tiny feet. But that would end in tears for all involved. Not to mention I'd be picking hair out of my retainer for the next few years.

Moving on. I watched the premiere of L&O:CI tonight, and wow, buclare did not in any way exaggerate how much they fucked up the opening music. It's like the producer was cleaning out his attic and stumbled across his old moog synthesizer and decided to run the theme music through it. What the hell were they thinking? I wonder if they screwed around with the other L&O opening tunes? Anyone have anything to report on that? At least the story telling is still first rate.

Really enjoyed Brothers and Sisters, too. Love that cast. Love, love, love. And I'm finally on the Dexter train, too. Until he brings out his knife collection, and then I have to turn away. But Michael C. Hall is such a joy to watch, that I don't tune out, and that's saying something. Dar was saying that he wasn't even nominated for an Emmy, and that's just mind blowing in its wrongness, too. (This post is beginning to remind me of the old ad campaigns for women's hygiene/grooming products: "There are fifteen things wrong with this beautiful woman. Can you spot them?" And then they'd show a picture of a model pretending to be an every day office worker (because that's all women could reasonably aspire to back in the day) and you'd start noticing that her button wasn't done right and her stockings had a run and her mascara was messy and crap like that. And one of the funniest things I've ever heard was Tuli Kupferberg of The Fugs giving a melodramatic reading of one of those ads on their album, "It Crawled into My Hand, Honest.")

There's an NSP shindig coming up in Las Vegas, and I won't be there after all. I was kind of hoping that it would work out, but I don't think that it will. I think that if I don't get a change of scenery soon, my subconscious is going to take over and one night I'll just sleepwalk over to my car keys and take off. And I'll wake up behind the wheel in my pajamas in some unknown place with no gas, no money, and no idea where I am or how I got there. On the other hand, it would be an adventure :)

I keep dreaming of hidden things. Rooms and passages that I never knew existed in the house. I always discover them because one of the cats is meowing from behind a wall or a door that shouldn't be there. (Speaking of cats, Pixel just kicked the shit out of my leg during a dream she's having. She never woke up.) The cat isn't stuck; it's usually chasing a mouse or playing. But then something goes wrong and there's flooding or crumbling or cracking or something goes horribly wrong. I have no idea what it means.

Morse tortured and killed a mouse this morning. I was feeding the kittens outside when I heard a deep, loud growling and turned to see Morse staring at something in a corner. I thought he had another cat or a raccoon trapped and it was growling and getting ready to pounce on him, but when I ran over I saw that it was Morse making the racket and he had a pretty big mouse cornered. I tried to get the mouse away from him, but I never managed to save the poor little thing. Yeah, I know - predator/prey. I get it. I just hate to see anything suffer. So that's Morse and Jane I've seen do their hunter thing. Oh, and Mirabelle (the mom), although it turned out that she was stalking a toy mouse. Heh. But she didn't know that. Looks like Chloe is the pacifist among the group. Or just lazy :)

OK, this is ridiculous. I really need to get something to eat, and then maybe I can sleep. I've got two Tyleno 3s and an oxycontin in me, and I'm still awake and in pain (although not that much now, so yay). That's not the way this is supposed to work. Here's hoping a granola bar or something does the trick.

But first, a pic. ( Dar brought out the autumn decorations )