I’m sitting on the patio at Travis’s house, listening to the roar of the gas flame to my left. We’re deep frying a turkey in a few minutes, something neither of us have done before. It’s entirely possible, though unlikely, that this will be my last post ever. Frying turkeys is a dangerous endeavor, so we’re told. “Cajun deep-fried turkey” is how we’re cataloging today’s research project. We’ve got another one in the oven for backup should this little guy not work out. Right now he’s dangling above me – hanging from a hook that’s fastened to the roof…drip, drip, dripping into a bucket beneath it. We added the bucket because the dogs were licking all the turkey blood off the concrete. That can’t be good for them.
To my left is Bird’s head, inside in the TV room. She’s watching the Wizard of Oz for the first time…transfixed. Lily keeps popping her head in and out of everything. She’s in a good mood, but not too interested in any one thing for an extended period of time. The champagne we had earlier put Rhonda down for a bit. She’s moving now, realizing Thanksgiving is soon to pass, thereby greenlighting the shopping impulses that, to this point, have been dormant. She’s surfing the web in search of “deals”.
For the most part it’s a traditional menu for a non-traditional Thanksgiving. I’m excited about the fried turkey, along with the cornbread and green chile stuffing that I’m making. But everything else is pretty much staple. That’s ok. The focus this year is on relationships. We’re in Travis & Steph’s new house with not much furniture and no TV. It isn’t as bleak as it sounds, believe me. The kids are watching movies on a big flat screen and we’ve been cooking and laughing since yesterday afternoon. Plus, it’s 65 degrees or so. I love California.
Later some of Trav’s LA friends will come by. Some of them I know, some I don’t know. It’s a little strange not being at our house or with family today. But not bad, just different. This is a time of year where we usually don’t leave the house. We stock up on food and cook and eat from the time we wake up to the time we take our first nap…and then do it again. Just being on the go during a weekend when what I really want to do is relax is the toughest part. It’s hard to feel comfortable enough to just sack out on the couch when you’re in someone else’s home. But this is fun. I want to be here. But I want to be home, too.