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The good news is: I guess my sense of smell is coming back.
The bad news is: I can tell because I an smell the stuffing that one of my neighbors is cooking downstairs, and so now I'm extra-sad about No Turkey For You.

I'm going to go for a walk now.

(ETA: I guess that means that pie might actually taste good?)

Several people over the past week have asked whether I’d made Thanksgiving plans.
This was an entirely reasonable question, since those plans got changed about, ooo, four times.

Plan A was to go up and spend Thanksgiving with my brother. I did that two years ago, and it was awesome. I would also have done it one year ago, but that was derailed by the whole Family TG Plus Funeral caper. This year, though… I just didn’t want to spend all that time in a car,* AND he’s moved in with his girlfriend, who gives me bad vibes.** So I wanted to avoid that, and told him I was looking into other plans, even though I hadn’t actually MADE other plans.

Plan B was “Do Thanksgiving with BellsFriends.”*** That was looking good until they had to cancel their usual cast-of-whoever-shows-up shindig because of family responsibilities.
Plan C was “Do Thanksgiving with different BellsFriends.” This dropped out of the blue right after Plan B fell through, which was awesome. Then it fell through in its turn when we realized that no one else but me plus potential hosts was interested, which was less awesome.

I briefly considered plans D1, D2, D3 and D4, which were all various bad or unworkable ideas (Skip TG; spend TG at a soup kitchen; Fly to Michigan and do TG with my Grandmother; etc.)

At this point, I got a text from my brother. “Hey man. Hope you’re had a couple weeks. Just wanted to check back about Thanksgiving. Do you have a definite plan yet one way or the other?”

As I said, I thought I’d taken plan A off the table. Apparently not. It’s not ideal, but it beat the various Plan Ds, so I said yes, and then asked if he could pick me up from the nearest train station.

So at least I don’t have to drive.


* Driving long distances isn’t something I enjoy to begin with. Factor in spending all that time reflecting on how much carbon dioxide I’m producing, and it tips over into Do Not Want.

** If this is frustratingly vague to you, well, you’re not alone: it’s also frustratingly vague to me. Being a generally logically-minded person who likes evidence, the fact that I’m also Intuitive (vs. sensate) makes the other residents of my brain feel like they have a genius recluse roommate who periodically leaves urgent but cryptic notes on the kitchen counter.

*** Thanks to Sor for this coinage.

Monday morning, I spent a few minutes cleaning one of my shoes before I headed for work. "So what's that black stuff on it?" I imagined someone saying.* ( Read more... )