I had the best Thanksgiving.
It didn’t start out so well. I’d woken up too early, after
about 5 hours of broken day-sleep, to Lala wondering if I wanted chicken. Lying
in bed, earplugs still halfway in and eyemask shoved up on my forehead (yes, sexy), I said, “NOW?”
So I got up, looking forward to my non-Thanksgiving. I was
going to do my writing while Lala worked on her music and cooked chicken, and then I’d go to work, and maybe have a turkey pot-pie while
Then Lala said, “Hey, is it okay that my brother and
sister-in-law are coming over for dinner?” *
“Well, yeah. I told them 2:30.”
I looked at the clock. Two o’clock. No writing, I supposed,
as I started sweeping and cleaning the bathroom and polishing the dining room
Of course it was okay that they were coming, but I was grumbly.
I was a grump. A big, huge grump. I took a grumpy shower. I
followed Lala around the kitchen, scowling every time she dripped, growling every
time she wanted me to move so she could get something out of a drawer. I’m
surprised she kept cooking for me, actually.
Then Richard and Won-Ju arrived, and I’d put on lipstick and
had a little more coffee, and then this miracle occurred: Lala put a full dinner
on the table, out of things that we’d mostly already had in our kitchen. We had
chicken that she cooked on the grill because we live in California and we can
do that, you know, which had been marinated in olive oil and lemon and basil
and garlic, and we had kale greens and leftover green beans with roasted pine nuts and
potatoes with butter and a Korean pasta dish that Won-Ju brought, and IT WAS ALL SO GOOD.
It was so good, suddenly, to be sitting there, with them,
eating and hanging out on a day I’d planned to be very hum-buggish. This
was my first year being married to Lala, my first Thanksgiving with her family.
While I felt incredibly cheesy, I actually got a little verklempt for feeling
so damn thankful.
I drove to work, thrilled with the way the afternoon had
hijacked me. Nothing had happened the way I’d planned it, and it had been
Lala did the dishes, too. I just went to work. I suppose I
can’t count on that happening next year? Hmmm.
(Lala is famous, did you know that?)
*Edited to add: In the spirit of full disclosure, Lala said, "You have the right to veto this, before I ask. Would you mind if my brother and sister-in-law came over and I made us all dinner? I know you just woke up, and you can totally say no." But that doesn’t read as funny! And it doesn’t convey the spirit of grumpiness that was black in my soul when she said it! But I should add it, just to be fair to her. Y’know?
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