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November 28, 2002

Happy Thanksgiving!

Sheer ignorance led me to propose a gathering of friends. Jen, bless her, was gracious enough to take on the big dishes - the turkey, the mashed potatoes, and stuffing. And she stayed up the night before to bake a to-die-for pumpkin cheesecake. I helped with some of the cooking, but Jen took the lead, and we hail her mightily. Zeebah, Lauren and Sarah brought the wine, a vegetable dish, crudite, and assorted yummy Italian pastries. I brought some extra chairs, and contributed a wedge of Vermont cheddar, a port wine cheese ball, and crackers. (A gathering just isn't complete without a cheese ball.) Scott was sent off into the city to go see a movie; he ended up seeing Secretary, which he enjoyed. Jen's new beau arrived bearing wine and using his manly expertise to add another leaf to Jen's dining table. Hours passed by, and we managed to enjoy each other's company. I even brought what was supposed to be a cool cd mix, but clearly I have to learn how to use my burner more properly.

Afterwards, a visit to some friends of Jen's, who hold their own orphans' Thanksgiving. Some good live tunes, raucous laughter, and standing around with Jen and Liz in the smoking room. I don't smoke, but I envied the natural cool they had holding their cigs up in the air - both vow to quit, so we'll see what happens. Lauren and Sarah had gone home already, so we dropped off Jen, then dropped off Zeebah, and made it home by two, two-thirty.

I am thankful - for my husband, for my family, for my good friends - all of whom hold me in relatively high regard in spite of the trials and tribulations I put them through. I have affectionate, healthy cats, I have my own place to make my own mess in, I have a job that is getting my foot into the door of librarianship.

40,009 words. On the train, after class last night. I feel like a shipwrecked swimmer, flailing wildly - but land has been sighted! I hope Friday and Saturday will go breezily, but I could get stung by a jellyfish before 11:59:59 pm on Saturday. So I think I can afford to give up one day, even though it's right before NaNoWriMo's deadline. But that's me, living dangerously. Yeah, baby, that's me, going wild and crazy with a cup of Starbuck's Peppermint Mocha Latte in one hand and the other typing away furiously.

Yours, &c., LC | 02:45 AM | Writing & Language