Today was a good day. I’m thankful for all the food I took over at my uncle’s house. I was invited earlier this week, and for that I’m very thankful, as I had nowhere else to go. My immediate family lives many states away, and I don’t have the vacation time at present to fly there whenever I wish. I wish to fly there often.
There were many people over my uncle’s house, and the food I took served as my main focus. I’m not too comfortable around tertiary people. I took comfort in the food I took, and none from the two women at dinner who I caught looking at me with hungry eyes – eyes with hunger for a whole other kind of dark, turkey meat. (My meat ain’t white.) I took comfort from my uncle’s hospitality, my aunt’s graciousness, and my two cousin’s familiarity. I took no comfort in watching the Jets get annihilated by the Cowboys. Nor did I take any comfort from the percocet hangover I’ve been dealing with all day. (My back has been killing for the past two days.)
I took comfort when another uncle and cousin stopped by, and I took comfort when my step-brother and his wife arrived. They’re not tertiary people.
I’m thankful for having a career I love. I’m thankful for a new friend I have. I’m thankful for fairly good health, and the good health of my family. I’m thankful for my friends.
I’m thankful for the food I took home.