turkeys only doing it for the money today

Holly's family is just fine; my family is about as disfunctional as they get. Gerry playing WiFi puzzle games on laptop, Dad showing off his latest hi-tech toy (a $99 "pen computer", ages 8-13, write or draw on special paper and it tells you about the word you just wrote, really cool but completely devoid of practical utility), Uncle Kent being Uncle Kent. and Grandpa sitting there in his chair; you're not sure whether he knows you're there or not; his eyes only half closed, half open, he says and does nothing, in his own little world inside his head, if such a place still truly exists. (and the lot of them, Masters of Denial, bragging to each other about how good he's doing.)

nobody mentioned Thanksgiving. nobody offered us any food until we got up to leave for work, last-ditch-bluffing that we were going to stop someplace for a quick bite. not a word i said, i think, was actually heard or processed by anybody, not even my plaintive "so do you guys have any food going on around here or anything or what?" early on.

and yes, i'm thankful for my family, and for Holly and Holly's. but especially i am thankful for my poor dear old sweet Grandpa, and his sweet dog Matty.