Spoke to my grandmother at noon. I called her, just as she was being served lunch. She sounded a little down, which is natural, and wasn't very hungry. Tomorrow she moves to Madonna Manor. She's still in the hospital now. I don't think that they've told her about the spot on her kidneys that might be cancerous.
I haven't been able to see Nan since she's been in the hospital, due to my horrible cold. I feel like a schlep about it.
Thanksgiving was at my Mom's this year. Josie's Mom was not happy about that. Forgot that it was my Mom's turn, so when Josie called this morning she asked when we were coming over, Josie said four and she became angry. Said she had to go and sounded as if she were going to cry. Hey, I can understand, but there's a bit going on in my family, too.
As it was, dinner was excellent, although it felt somewhat incomplete. Besides Nan, who hasn't missed a Thanksgiving since I was a baby, Tommy was in Connecticut with Mal. Dad was very upbeat and tried to keep thing moving along. Kerrie was there with Clark, who was typically antisocial. I told Kerrie last week that this may be our last holiday season together. So Mom and Kerrie both know. There were a few awkward pauses and averted stares, but for the most part, everyone kept things upbeat.
Played Rummikub after supper. And I won!
Only awkward moment came after game time. The phone rang and Dad asked me to answer it. I dreaded it, because I knew, just knew, who was going to be on the other end. Sure enough, it was Laurie. Here was our conversation:
Laurie: Hello. It's Laurie.
Ted: Hello. Happy Thanksgiving. Here's Dad.
I don't know I have such a block with her. We really do have a lot in common. But she spent so many years tearing me down. And she's also known more than most about my struggles with my sexuality. And still tried to tear me down. So as I grow more comfortable in this brave new world, I think I decided that hers would be the last mountain that I cared to climb. She wasn't part of the solution, and we just do not play well together. I'd rather tell Kerrie. At least she's always supported me. And Tommy pretty much knows.
After supper, Josie's Mother, for pie...and lots of it. Mmmm mmm! I have a great berry pie sitting on my counter. Very happy man. While there we watched "Raiders of the Lost Ark" and "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom." Love the "Temple of Doom!" I think it has a tight plot and a great sense of pacing.
Only time I became weepy was when "You're My Best Friend" came on the radio. That song sums up my relationship with Josie perfectly. I told her so and as I drove, we looked at each other and held hands. And I kissed her on the cheek. And struggled to keep it together.