Surprisingly I only ate once today. I’ve been so drained all day because of trekking across the Bay Area to various gatherings. First off we went to Brentwood to spend time with a small family from our church. We had dinner there last year and we thought it would be nice to do it again this year. For some dumb reason, my younger sis had to work until 3 today. She works in a small electronics store. I say, who needs to buy a radio on Thanksgiving? The only places that should be open on Thanksgiving are the grocery store, gas stations, and Denny’s/IHOP/Whatever for people who can’t cook.
Anyway, after that we (me, my brother, 2 sisters, and my bro-in-law) drove 50 miles to Richmond to spend time with my Dad’s side of the family. We hadn’t spent the last 2 with them, so we felt a need. Especially since the wedding is in three weeks, my grandmother is in town, and one of my Uncles just had his first child two months ago. It’s about time he had a baby, he’s around 40 and the last of a brood of 7 to have his own children. I have the “finally” attitude because he is my favorite uncle and I know he’s going to make a great dad.
Nicknames are big in my family, my Dad, his older sister, and this uncle don’t go by their first names; my brother (who is a Junior) doesn’t go by his first name either, and no one ever really calls me by my full name. My Uncle’s nickname is Bucky (not because of a dental problem, but because he was kicky in the womb), so everyone’s been coming up with potential names for his little boy. Some suggestions were “BJ” (Bucky Junior), “Lil Buck”, or “Baby Bucky” (my contribution). My sister suggested “Young Buck”. I said that was cool….. if she wanted him to grow up to be a rapper. My Uncle’s GF didn’t like any of them, haha. She said he’s just going to be called “Evan”. He’s cute anyway. I see both of them in him.
After being there for a few hours, we then drove about 15 miles to my Grandfather’s house where my mom and aunts and uncles were. I was exhausted and still full so I didn’t eat anything. I just sat on the couch and sort of had conversation. I think Grandaddy was on the same page because he was in the middle of everyone and I saw him kind of nodding off in his lazy chair. I don’t blame you, Grandaddy. You’re 80. You’re still pretty darn lucid with your right mind about you, but… you’re 80. Eh, I’ll give him credit… he looks 70, but he cooked a lot and it was a long day for sure.
After we left Grandaddy’s, we drove another 40 miles to get home and everyone is dead tired. Mom and Big Sis are going, but I know I’m not shopping tomorrow morning. For one, I’m broke; and for another, I have to work from 8-2 and I know after that the last thing I’ll want to do is go shopping. In fact, I’m about to go hit the sack right now.
Niiiiight.