Thursday, November 22, 2007

Thanksgiving

Christ, I am so weepy this week. I think the Americans got to me with the Thanksgiving stuff. It is, as Grace said, "equivalent to the superbowl multiplied by christmas." Everyone is home with their family, or here with their family. I went out to buy lightbulbs on Thursday and everything was closed. Y&R wasn't on. Everything stopped.

Of course, New York is very unfamily most of the time. Everyone is single and crazy and gay and trying to get an acting job and living four to an apartment. I think they've made a sitcom about this. Anyway, when my mom was here, she continued on being her mom self, but here. So every time I turned around she had washed the dishes and wiped the countertop, or put some fresh flowers in a vase, and instead of my apartment being the abused crash pad that it is, it was suddenly a home. Even when we went down to the garbage room, she made a point of turning the light off after us. Little stuff like that. It lingers, it's nice.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ahhhh, that's my girl.
Mom
P.S. It's all I can do to not jump on the plane and hang some pictures on your walls. And silk plants in the corner. And maybe a window scarf here and there.

Marianne said...

Well don't let me stop you, fgs!

Aaron, Kate & Will said...

I need your mailing address so I can deck your halls with Chrsitmas cheer. Shoot me an e-mail please!