Happy Thanksgiving, all. I was talking to a graduate student the other day who said he likes to call Thanksgiving “Genocide Day.” I replied, “Well, I’m very excited to have my family out here for their first Genocide Day outside of Iowa!”
And, indeed, they did come to Evanston. This was my mother’s first trip to the Chicago area since 1953, when she was 17 and on her honeymoon. As readers of my former blog might remember, my mother’s enjoyment of honeymoon sightseeing was greatly compromised when her father took her aside and said “When you go to Chicago, you look straight ahead. You don’t look at anyone, or you’ll get stabbed.”
When my parents and Sister A arrived on Wednesday, a prim older woman held the elevator for us. We go up, and the doors open. Prim woman gets out and my mom follows. “Mom, this isn’t our floor.” Prim woman turns, and my mom scurries back on to the elevator wailing, “I don’t want to get stabbed!”
Then she laughed! My mom was joking! My mom is hilarious. At least, I’m pretty sure my mom was joking.
Thanksgiving in Evanston turned out really well, largely because three things were a hit with the family: (1) the view out my window, (2) the Whole Foods Thanksgiving, and, most of all (3) the Wii, especially Wii bowling. Seriously, my family the last couple of days would have made a very compelling Wii commercial, especially if the film crew was able to splice in comparison footage of recreation from recent holidays past. The original plan was for my parents and Sister A to leave by 1pm on Thursday; instead, they are staying another night and my mom and sister are still out in my living room bowling as I type this.
Update, a half-hour later: I just went to reheat a plate of stuffing, and had to stop and high-five my mom because she just picked up the 6-10 split.