Okay, so most people imagine their extended family at Thanksgiving; their parents and grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, the whole shebang. Well, for me, I get to suffer through that in the middle of the summer, at my family reunion. No, my Thanksgiving is usually just my parents, sister and I going down to eat with both sets of grandparents. It's at my Nana and Grandpa's house (it's bigger) and is the only time of the year that I'll see my Memaw and Papa over at their house. It's all fun and junk because I love my family to pieces...well, that second part is true. This past Thanksgiving was different in a few ways: my Memaw and Papa didn't come (my dad described it to me as my Memaw "pouting") and so we just ate with my Nana and Grandpa (who are my mom's parents, just in case anyone was curious.)
One typical thing that was no different than usual was the obscenely late eating time (I had skipped breakfast in my rush to leave for our three hour car trip down to visit.) Another thing that wasn't really different was the fact that my Grandpa hogged the conversation. My sister and I were effectively cut out from the conversation as he talked about small town gossip and high school sports teams (I swear he knows what sport every pubescent child in that county and the next plays. I suppose as a high school girl's basketball coach a bit is warranted, but when you know the grandparents and parents of every member of the opposing team, something is a bit weird.) So at one point I turned to my sister and said "So how are you?" in an attempt to talk about something. My sister and I joked a bit at our lack in involvement in the conversation and then went on our way.
Apparently this "joke" upset my Nana though and she complained to our mom about how it hurt my Grandpa's feelings and while this seems like a tangent, it really isn't. This is my family, and while I don't make my Nana cry every single Thanksgiving, this is about the caliber of most of my interactions with my family. Later that day we went to visit my dad's side, and there were sat and "talked" (I was actually playing Pokemon Black 2 the entire time, but who's counting) while the tv played in the background. One of the multiple great aunts of mine came by and dropped some food off (they live just down the road and we will sometimes visit them on Thanksgiving for a moment, it's usually not for long and I honestly can't tell most of that family apart.)
Pretty much this sums up my Thanksgivings. My feelings towards Thanksgiving pretty much go as follows: at least it gets us a week off. And as much as I love my grandparents, I can almost understand why my parents complain about them so much (almost.)
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