16 years and counting, and my most memorable Thanksgiving is still the one a few years ago when an Avatar: The Last Air Bender marathon came on.
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My Thanksgivings are so uneventful because all the participants, my immediate family, want it that way.
We want it that way because we've been working hard all year and gal-durnit we just want to be lazy for a few days. For instance, this Thanksgiving is the first time I've played a video game alone while sitting. If I do that any other time of the year I go crazy after 2 minutes because I'm not being productive.
Thank you, Liberal Arts Academy. Thank you for that.
Thank you, Liberal Arts Academy. Thank you for that.
Ok, so I do witness a few special occurrences. Would I call those eventful? About as eventful as these blogs: always expected, sometimes dreaded.
One event I don't dread is the return home of my brother, who's been in college since 2007 and my memory doesn't even extend to before then. He's the only family member who regularly shows up at our house from the 4th Wednesday to the 4th Sunday of November.
We pretty much laze around and have a darn good time of it. I lose about 10 IQ points, happily.
Another Thanksgiving pleasure is FOOD. We in the Sarkisian family appreciate some quality Tryptophan-rich grub. Every Thanksgiving is dominated by preparation of a dinosaur of a turkey, enough carbs in various forms to feed an army (if not two), an elaborate, thoroughly dressed salad and (maybe) a few other vegetables, and the old classic: pumpkin pie. If anyone witnessed our Thanksgiving feast, what would surprise them would not be the nature of the dishes but the quantity. We eat.
Simply put, Thanksgiving is a time to turn my brain off and my stomach on. And that temporary escape from pressure, around my family who I, strangely for a teenage, actually enjoy, is priceless.
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