Holiday:

Thanksgiving, a time for love and family, etc. But anymore its becoming a yearly ritual devoid of anything other than turkey and stuffing. Mmm . . . stuffing. I love me some stuffing, but I miss the holiday aspect of Thanksgiving.

Thus far I've had two Thanksgivings this year and a possible third, pseudo-Thanksgiving, on Sunday: My families and the Meckenstock families. Both of them were great! Times where me and my family just sit around and talk are few and far between and dinner with Grampa Meckenstock was great.

(At this point I will diverge. Grampa Meckenstock suffers from Dementia. It kicked in about the time the oldest Meckenstock daughter got married and now has a two year old. Grampa doesn't know who her husband is; he asked at least five times whose kid the two year-old was. I was rolling. Then, it came to me and the conversation when like this.

GM: What's your name?

D: Damien.

GM: What's your first name?

D: Damien.

GM: What's your last name?

D: Leeson.

Five minutes later we had a strikingly similar conversation which followed thus,

GM: What's your name?

D: Damien.

GM: What's your first name?

D: That is my first name.

GM: What's your last name?

D: Um, Leeson.

GM: Is that German?

And that was the end of that. I was slightly taken aback and didn't quite catch on until after the second round of what's your name and about the 2nd 3rd time he asked about the kid)

Yet the Holiday feeling is gone. Presumably with age. Or I could wager even that the Holiday feeling has merely changed and I am stuck in some awkward holiday-pubescent phase. I think I like the Neo-Holiday, It is more meaningful and mature. The Holiday feeling can return for my babies; whenever they decide to come along.

Luv,
Clay