It's almost that time. Thanksgiving day, the big holiday kickoff is next Thursday. It's supposed to be a day when we Americans celebrate the safe arrival of the Pilgrims and them breaking bread with the natives they found here. This was all before we plundered their land and gave them diseases, of course.
It's also a day when we are suppose to examine ourselves and give thanks for what we have, yada yada. So, what am I thankful for? I have no idea. Right now, not much. I am thankful I have a nice home, but I can barely make rent. I have a car I can no longer afford. I have plenty of clothes, but no where to go. I also have food, but not a lot. In fact, I am running out of food as we speak. I need to apply for food stamps, but I'm having trouble downloading the forms.
I am, I suppose, thankful for my family. I mean, my sister and I have been getting along. I don't deal with my brother anymore. I think I give up where he's concerned. I'm going to see my aunt and uncle this Sunday. That will be nice. I must admit, I'm still a little pissed about my dad. It's the first holiday season without him. I guess I've reconciled myself with the fact that my mom is gone.
I'm not making anything for Thanksgiving dinner. Erica's friends are coming over for dinner. Well, not all of them, just her other best friend with her family. This will be our first Thanksgiving with Mickey, so we'll see how that goes. I've never spent Thanksgiving with a white person before, can you believe that?
April and Erica are going out on Friday night to see a comedian. He's really funny too! At least, I think they are going. There was an issue with the tickets last night. Did they ask me about it? Of course not! Should they have? Yes, indeed! I could have scraped up the money if I had known. But, their world doesn't have much room for me. I am included in the Nashville trip to see the ISU skating championships in January.
I have 2 job interviews this week. One tomorrow and the other on Friday. Either one will work. One job is with Petplan, it's temporary, but I'm desperate. The other is a vet receptionist in Smyrna. I guess I'm going to have to settle for $16 an hour. I need more, but I can't do this anymore. It's not working, and all my efforts to get my credit on track are taking a hit.
Well, I got 20 minutes before my therapy session. I wonder what I will talk about. I'll tell her about this morning's dream. I wonder what it means. I may write about it later. I don't know. It was kind of traumatic. I'd prefer not to think about it too much. TTFN - B
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