So, how was your Thanksgiving holiday? For a lot of reasons, Thanksgiving is the holiday I like least; too much guilt. For years I didn’t celebrate it at all. I wasn’t sure it was a day we should celebrate considering how native Americans have gotten the short end of the stick; it doesn’t seem quite fair. I think in many parts of the US it’s easy to overlook that but in New Mexico, it’s a little hard to ignore. Some tribes are wealthy owing to casinos and fortuitous accidents of economic geography but unemployment rates of 40% or more on reservations is more typical around here. My friend Sally said we should fast. Considering the initial hassle of the holiday, I’m thinking she may have been right. Below is a picture of the only poultry we came in contact with for the entire weekend. It was taken at the Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge. These are mostly sand hill cranes and light geese.
We went to Albuquerque for the weekend. Initially we’d planned to eat with Eric’s family and I was looking forward to it thinking I’d get a good post out of it -with high entertainment value- because my mother-in-law hates me. She hates me for a lot of reasons. First she hates me because she’s a home sewer with this big cognitive dissonance thing going on. Like some home sewers (but not like my friends who visit here), she thinks three things about the industry. One, we make crap. Two, we have lots of sewing secrets we’re keeping from them. Third, we’re into hiring 9 year olds to sew but only if 8 year olds are unavailable. Hmmm. My first thought is, if we’re making crap, what secrets are there to keep anyone from learning? Second, between the two of us, I’m not the likely candidate to operate a sweatshop, that’s not something liberals do. She’s the one who keeps a “W” is for Women!” sign on the dining room table. Third, she hates me because I made her son a vegetarian. I guess it’s like being a vampire. All it takes is one bite to the neck and you can turn anyone. Last but not least, it would appear that my biggest crime is that I don’t fix myself up, do girly-stuff to my hair and all that. I’d idly considered getting dolled up for the visit but decided it’d be too much work to find the make up I know I have somewhere. I was mentioning it to a friend and we decided it was better I didn’t find it since I bought it in 1996 (when I shot that video). I can only be glad she’s never seen me bare legged. So what if my idea of grooming is limited to brushing my hair, often in the parking lot of wherever I’m headed? I eat well and exercise. Everybody has their own idea of beauty; I don’t know why she thinks her definition should be preeminent. I don’t know why beauty should even be a goal; does this mean ugly people are worthless? Why does this matter? My autistic brain knows there are a lot of people who think this way but it just doesn’t seem rational to me.
Anyway, mother-in-law decided she wasn’t going to cook this year because she’s in the throes of moving so that was perfectly understandable and acceptable to everyone. As it stands, eating Thanksgiving dinner under typical circumstances means the only items we can eat are carrots and mashed potatoes because people put meat in everything else. I really miss green beans. I wish people wouldn’t put meat in those. Anyway, mother-in-law decided we would eat out at a restaurant and out of all the places she could have picked, she picked a steak house. A steak house. A. Steak. House. ~sigh~. I called them up to see what was on the menu (it was a fixed menu). As it was, we could have had salad and mashed potatoes but having salad and mashed potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner doesn’t thrill me anymore than it’d thrill you -and for $15 bucks, no discount for vegetarians. Everything else had meat in it -including the green beans, naturally. And by the way, chicken and poultry are meat. What’s with this new generation of “vegetarians” who think poultry isn’t meat? How absurd.
As it turned out, we were saved by shingles. Eric came down with shingles and his sister is expecting and she didn’t want him there in case he got the rash blisters and on the off chance that he’d slime her with the goo and endanger the cognitive functioning of her unborn child, well, it was better to be absent. She told him to stay home, not to come to Albuquerque. We disobeyed and came anyway and stayed with my friend Sally, so they don’t know we came to town. I doubt he could infect her in Rio Rancho all the way from central Albuquerque. We ended up going to Furr’s buffet on Thanksgiving. Sally had already made plans to eat with friends; at that same steak house no less. She said it was lousy, like a TV dinner.
We didn’t do much, just hung out. I ran in the local Turkey Trot. Nearly every town has a fun run on the morning of Thanksgiving day; this was a new one (6th annual) called the Turkey Trek. It was a beautiful day. Here’s a picture of me near the finish line (center).
Friday, I was a very bad girl because I went shopping. Any left leaning liberal worth their salt isn’t supposed to shop the day after Thanksgiving (Black Friday; so called because retailers finally hit black ink for the year; it’s profit then on out to the close of the year). It’s called Buy Nothing Day and it’s a day to protest conspicuous consumption. You know, the saying from Mahatma Gandhi, live simply so that others may simply live? Still, shopping was one of the major reasons we went to Albuquerque in the first place. Las Cruces is too small to have good athletic shoe stores and I needed running shoes. At Heart and Sole, I got a gait analysis -free! I also bought some real running socks. Ever the cheap skate, I’d been borrowing my husband’s dress socks (mismatched, blue and black of course) and getting blisters from them. I’d intended to buy some running clothes too because I don’t buy new clothes unless they can be found in a bin at Sam’s on the way to the soy milk and tomatoes aisle. I also bought some gels. Gels are gross. They’re a paste you have to ingest for calories on long runs. They come in tons of flavors except not in Las Cruces of course. I got all kinds of wild flavors. They are still gross though. I can succinctly describe the consistency of gels if you call me on the phone but I won’t publish the description here.
We really didn’t do much but I did go to my favorite coffee shop even though I am still po’d over their name change. It used to be called The Double Rainbow. I used to take my son there when he was just a baby and he loved it too. Now it’s called The Flying Star. Dorky name and worse wi-fi connection speed. It is terrible, awful, so I only went twice a day every day we were there. I got up earlier than Sally and Eric to go running and naturally, it was a great place for a mid run pit stop. I probably gained ten pounds this past weekend, all of it chocolate related.
On the way home, we stopped at The Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge to peruse the poultry. Maybe these are tasty too? Anyway, I hope you had a great holiday. I’m still trying to muddle through Monday.