thanksgiving naptime

most everyone else is sleeping. i am sitting on the floor, with my upper body perched appropriately on emily's big cushioned chair. (*yes, she brought it from home. yes, there has been an ongoing joke about hemorrhages. yes, it is only a joke.) i am in front of the fireplace. i want to say that it is crackling, but it's not. it is rather breathy in it's portrayal of existence for the time being. yet, with another dry one added, all will change. i'm eating pumpkin cheesecake. im not sure why consumption is still occurring; however, the new snow upon the crispy leaves that were to be raked up, the aroma that still lingers from the turkey my dad smoked, the packers winning again, and fancy hunter's beer, each, somehow, add to the atmosphere of allowing another nibble of sweet brilliance to pass through my lips. i wasn't sure how we would do it. i wasn't sold on attempting the thanksgiving more traditionally than we have ever done before. even so, this, household can, indeed, put on a glorious thanksgiving production. ...bring your children: we vetoed the centerpiece that looked like reproductive organs, and brought out stuffed black olives with cream cheese- doubled them- and added beaks- they did look like penguins... and they were meant to. ok, i'm reading wind in the willows. not right now, obviously, but goodness-- eggnog and that lovely mole. ha. perfect. envision. after this writing bit. pure indulgence. [[this time around has been quite different. last year, the day was spent purging my closet of anything not made in the usa or china. china attire was seemingly permissible because i would otherwise own no pants. star wars was located and entered into the electronic device. phone conversations were had and shots with an additive of flirtation at a little bar on colfax were to follow. the hours past. i drank a lot. i stood on colfax with a fabulous man who cared about my safety alone. silly thanksgiving of old? maybe. maybe not. i am thankful for a true friendship that looked past my drunken state of vulnerability and chose to care. i am thankful for clothing that was sewn together by careful tedious movements, and attentiveness to concerns facing nations not determent upon their local . i am thankful for life and safety. for opportunities. for meeting new faces and appreciating old faces. for conversations that last beyond the vocal dialog. for fire, when it's crackling and breathing heavy a like. for a voice, and to think of the honor of the responsibility, rather than the responsibility solely.]] eggnog. the wind in the willows. oh, and the fire is now crackling. happy thanksgiving. love and be loved, i dare you.