(incl. Christmas list)
I'm pretty sure I love this time of year way more than I remembered. I don't know if it's that I forgot how much I love it, or that I love it more than I used to. The downside is that I have 25 pages to write for final papers before I get my break, and those are going to take up most of my time until I go home.
-Before I write here what I wrote about Thanksgiving in my journal, I should note this. In my journal for the last half a year or so, I've been using a little bit of a spelling reform, one of my own devising. I'm doing this because, while I know how certain senseless spellings got into English, I don't see why we're keeping them. A case in point is the gh combination. In Old English, it was a letter called yogh, and it made a sort of gargling sound, but now it's just two letters that have no point. Well, they make a vowel long, but e is perfectly serviceable for that. There are other little changes that you'll see as you go along. I think maybe I'll finally go public with this, and start blogging with the new spellings. (Also, a note on ampersands: I use the word "and" for regular ands, like "I woke up and got out of bed," but I use ampersands for things that are intricately connected, like married couples or mashed potatoes & gravy.)
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When we got to Oxford, only Dan & Tracy wer there; Dave & Kim and co. are coming to a second get-together tomorrow, and so is everyone who was there today. Cammy was there, so everything was instantly great. I poked her nose and she grinned, and then we did it again, and it was a theme of the nyte. Bip!
-Dan set up the Turkey Day 9-Ball Tourney and we all played that while Grandpa cooked the feast. I lost to Grandpa ryte off the bat, because the poste got in my way. Cheap! But Dan and I set up a peanut gallery in the lounge area, and made fun of Mom and Grandma when they played. The best was when Grandma dropped the granny stick and knocked at least two balls out of place, and made up a Grandma expletive—something like "Floffleschtoonkum!" Dan & Tracy are having a great time with Cammy, as far as I can tell. She's a really happy baby, and Tracy said, "I'm so glad she's not a challenge." Dan pointed out that I'm as good as an uncle to her, since there's actually a good deal more age difference between me and her than between him and me. I'm going to enjoy this baby.
-[Various stuff omitted about Grandma's iPod, which she ran thru the wash. She gave it to me so I could try to fix it, but I couldn't get it fixed while I was there, so I took it home.]
-Dinner! Dan & Tracy wer bothe, of course, thankful for Cammy. So was Grandpa, and also that Micah's finally somewhere where he can get straytened out. Mom & Dad wer bothe thankful for that; Mom was thankful for a baby, too. And Grandma was thankful for "all the faces at this table" and several other things. I'm thankful for a cousin I can be an uncle for, and for a great college education. Those are what I mentioned, but I can come up with more. Good food, great frends here and at college, a life that looks like it's just going to keep getting better, all the rest of my family, Crowduck every year, cute cats to play with, hope for Micah's future, and fingers. (Aren't fingers great?)
-The food was all the best ever… except the scalloped oysters, 'cause that's gross. There was so much; I just kept eating and eating. What a delicious day. Turkey, homemade rolls, mashed potatoes & gravy, cranberry sauce, Brussels sprouts, and the Jell-O salad I forgot to try. I'm thankful I know people who are willing to cook this well for me.
-We all sat around, fat and lazy, and eventually finished the pool tourney. I'd alredy lost in the losers' bracket to Dan because the 1–9 shot lined up for him on my first shot off the break (cheap!), so I watched him play Tracy, and Mom play Grandma, and Tracy play Grandpa. In the end, Grandpa won it all. (Superior skill and knowledge of the game over ignorance and superstition.) Then we sat around with no sense of obligation. Watched the charlie Brown Thanksgiving special. Dad, Grandma, and I played Scrabble; I cleaned their clocks, of course, starting out with a jackpot, DIALOGUE, on my first turn, on a triple word score.
-I tried to work the iPod a little more, but then we had to get going, Dad and I (Mom had left erlier to see Micah). I made fun of his conservative radio on the way home.
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Everyone here languished around for a long time. Karl and Dad weren't finally ready to leave until about 4, after Dad finished installing Windows 7 on Mom's computer. But we got Karl to come. We got to Oxford about 5 and everyone was downstairs playing the Day After Thanksgiving Pool Tourney. Dan's old frend Jake was here, as wer Kim & Dave and the Sierras and Hayden, and Dan & Tracy and Cammy. What a great crowd. When we got downstairs Kim and Dan wer arguing about a statistic Dan didn't think could possibly be ryte—that 80% of marriages where the peeple have cohabited beforehand end in divorce within a year. Dan made fun of this 80% all nyte after I agreed that it sounded a bit hye, since apparently if I agreed, that made it true. And everyone else made fun of it too, as the tourney went on. I played Grandma, and she beat me when I barely missed the 9 ball, leaving her a perfect shot. She did this to either Dave or Jake too (I can't remember). The winner, who had hardly ever played pool before and served to demonstrate how much of a crapshoot 9-Ball is, was Kim. While that was going on, I entertained the kids in various ways. I played one round of hide & seek with the Sierras.
-Dinner tonyte was Alaskan king crab. I'd never had crab before, but I decided I really should try. So after I finished all my other food, I bit the bullet and cracked open a leg. I think I liked it—sort of like chicken, but richer and chewier. I also tried pecan pie for the first time, courtesy of Tracy. It was good, but my heart still belongs with pumpkin. Eventually, we all just sat around and digested (except the kids, who obviously have unlimited energy). Karl seemed to enjoy himself, tho at some point he wandered downstairs and either napped or watched football.
-All too soon, everyone started taking off. So we did too. I said a heartfelt goodbye, tho it only needs to cover a month.
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The Present Day.
I never did got that iPod to work. The click wheel wasn't working, and I suspected the connection myte need to be cleaned. So I opened it up, which turned out to be a preposterously tricky task. In so doing, I snapped the ribbon that connects the click wheel to the mainboard, dashing that hope. I called an iPod repair place, and the guy told me that, if it was any consolation, I probably wouldn't have been able to clean the connection off and make it work anyhow, since it was probably corroded by the laundry detergent and water. Then, in taking it apart further to try to put it back together better, I believe I snapped another ribbon, the one that connects the hold switch. In conclusion, Apple should make products that are easier to service. (But those would last longer, and then people wouldn't need to buy new ones as often. I still don't know how I feel about owning an iPod. It'd be nice to have a music player that's roomier than my current 2GB thing—compare my music collection, currently 8.30GB—but I don't think I lissen to music incessantly enuf to justify spending what amounts to about ten Bob's-hours, or almost two weeks' wages there, on the most cost-effective player I could fynd, the 16GB Sansa View. So I'll probably just cart around my laptop until a compelling reason to buy a pricier thing comes along, or until another free one somehow comes my way like Grandma's, one that I don't end up screwing up. Grandma's will end up either sold for parts or expensively refurbished, the former being more probable, because the iPod Nano 4th Gen. is so unfrendly to repairs that even Apple doesn't service it—they just send you a new one if you send yours in to get it serviced.)
Lastly, I have the beginnings of a Christmas list, or a short one—it depends on whether I ever think of lots more things I want.
—Headphones: the kind that go around your ear and block out other noise.
—A calligraphy pen, with a few nibs to go along with it.
I don't know how peeple who are buying Christmas presents usually make sure they aren't buying their recipient something that someone else has alredy baut them. And I think Nana & Papaw read this blog too. Hopefully I won't end up getting the same thing twice. Now I just have to figure out what to buy other peeple.