HIDWtS: Thanksgiving in Scotland.

HIDWtS: Thanksgiving in Scotland.

This Thanksgiving edition of How I Decide Where to Sit is dedicated to reviewing all the rookie mistakes one can make when riding public transit in a new city for the first time, because it is kind of like what the Pilgrims did when they– no. Even I can’t torture that metaphor. It is dedicated to rookie mistakes because I made them all today and I need to laugh about them with you. I waited thirty minutes for a bus whose arrival time as reported by the phone app was stuck at "21:39" before giving up and walking to a stop of a different bus that seemed to be showing up every ten minutes. I assumed that the stops for the line going inbound were in generally the same place as the stops for the line going outbound. I forgot about the driving on...

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Posted on 24 Nov 2011 | Comments Off

Giving thanks for tortitude.

Giving thanks for tortitude.

I will save you the parade of past Thanksgiving entries. If you’re into that sort of thing, all you need is the “Thanksgiving” tag. Yay for folksonomies! Zen the cat is almost entirely herself again after a terribly close call, and I am overjoyed. She is eating and drinking without incident, and her usual playfulness has returned. Her throat seems a bit scratchy yet, but she is regaining some of her talkative tortitude. Now I think I am ready to relax and get into the spirit of the holiday. I am thankful that you are reading this right now, and hope you have a wonderful day, Thanksgiving or...

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Posted on 25 Nov 2010 | 4 comments

thanksjeweled

This Thanksgiving, my sole accomplishment has been introducing FunkyPlaid to Bejeweled 2. He is … a little obsessed. The good news is that he is extremely good at visual strategy games, so he has almost exceeded my highest score. The bad news is that I am pretty sure he can just keep going. Forever. It is traditional in the American blogosphere (and I can’t believe I just typed that) to make a list of things we are thankful for today. I was sifting through my archives in order to link to some old Thanksgiving lists, but not once in eleven years have I written anything during this time of year worth reposting. That’s just fine. I am sitting on the couch with sunshine on the back of my head, laptop on lapdesk on lap. My fiancé is...

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Posted on 26 Nov 2009 | 1 comment

thankity thank

Because I am still a little sad, even after a great chat over dinner, I am going to write my Thanksgiving thankfulness list of thankfully giving thanks right now. First of all, I must note that yes, I understand that Thanksgiving is a perverse sort of holiday, so you non-Americans can fold your little fingers in your little laps and refrain from lecturing me now. What you might not understand is that I like to eat. A lot. And so massive extermination of multiple cultures aside, this is an awesome holiday, one dedicated to overeating really unhealthy things. Without further ado, my Thanksgiving thankfulness list of thankfully giving thanks: Nutella. O, like you didn’t know this was going to be first! Books. I like them better than people, most...

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Posted on 24 Nov 2004 | 1 comment

cheese danish and winter mist

Huddled in layers of black clothing, I hoard what will be my last high-speed connection to the Interweb[1] from a quaintly-decorated hotel room near the Columbus, Ohio airport. When I say “quaint”, I mean “disturbingly lifelike”, much like those authentic replica dolls you see for sale on QVC, the ones that are supposed to be female children but are dressed in evening gowns, lacking cleavage. It’s that sort of quaint. The Country Inns and Suites green should appeal to me: it is that generic medium forest green, benign and clean. Instead it becomes the painted decolletage of authentic replica dolls. And an hour later, I’m still waking up, hungover from the faux Lauren-style comforter and drapes. Today we set off for the...

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Posted on 28 Nov 2003 | Comments Off

stuffing

I am packing for Detroit, and will leave soon to spend the day with David and Brina before heading out on my flight tonight. Scott is safely and happily ensconced with family up north; I head east to do the same with myself for a few days. My family has been so supportive of me this year, and o, have I ever needed it. My friends have, too, but I’ve also seen a little sorting out on that score: there are those who have remained close, and those who have drifted off into the ether. For once, I’m not blaming myself for losing touch with people. I have given it an honest shot, and to do more would require the rest of my life to be more stable than it is right now. It isn’t, and so the friends who require more attention than I can give them will...

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Posted on 28 Nov 2002 | Comments Off

turkey jerky

This will be my first Thanksgiving not spent with my father. That’s all I have to say about that. Goodbye, Bay Area. Hello, Pacific Northwest.

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Posted on 21 Nov 2001 | Comments Off

time warp: 23-24 nov

having thanksgiving dinner at gramma’s hasn’t been an option for a few years now but i don’t mind it so much. after all, i have to put myself in her shoes: eight people crashing soundly into her blissful solitude — and it is blissful; she loves being alone and tells us this quite frequently. so we leave the kitchenish bits of her house intact, and go out to eat, the whole family. my cousin was rather unamused at this, and made it known to everyone by sulking. i felt awful and resentful and avoided him most of the trip because of it. he sulked all through a very, very good family-style turkey dinner, too, and afterwards when we went to my aunt’s sister’s house for desserts and company, he sulked right through that. i was like...

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Posted on 28 Nov 2000 | Comments Off