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Paint It Black
Living the American dream one heartbreaking piece at a time
And another Thanksgiving is wrapped.
We're back home from my family's farm after having been away from home for almost a full week. We missed the cats and they missed us, though the neighbor did a good job of keeping Ra and Diva fed and watered. Jazz was, as usual, boarded with the veterinarian so she could have her proper medical treatments (pill and sub-cutaneous fluids) to remain stable and healthy.

The visit was good, except for the part where my father was nearly crushed to death under 4,800 pounds of truck. Thankfully he's okay. He is badly brusied and scraped up, but is okay. I think the swelling in his hand had visibly gone down some today before we set out on the drive back to Illinois.

Food is what Thanksgiving always centers around to some extent, and there was food in great quantity over this vacation. Wednesday, after arriving at the farm, we had a pair of giant bake-at-home pizzas. Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday was delightful: it consisted of BBQ turkey (just a hint of barbeque to go with the turkey, juicy, fine and crispy skin), mashed potato, corn, beans, squash and a few other side dishes. Friday was leftover day and the aforementioned incident with the truck. Saturday we had carry-out chinese to break up the monotony and on Sunday we had barbequed steaks.

Like all the trips to visit the place I grew up, this vacation came to and end far too quickly. While I accomplished everything I had intended during our stay, I'm still left feeling vaguely disappointed that I didn't do more for my parents while I was there. And, like the trip to the farm in August for my birthday, this feels as if it was far too short in duration. Now that I'm home I can feel a cloud creeping back around me. It's mixed in nature, ranging from depression at leaving the farm behind to anxious desire to return to work. Very likely I will be a moody, unhappy person until I get back into the groove and can bury myself in the routine of my professional life (which usually eclipses my personal life).

There are stars in the southern sky

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Current Location: Illinois
Current Mood: melancholy melancholy
Current Music: Half Life 2 - Abandoned In Place

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From: neowolf2 Date: November 30th, 2010 01:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
The thing you can do for parents at this stage in your lives is what you did: visit them, be in their lives, give them satisfaction and a sense that their lives have had and continue to have meaning.
tuftears From: tuftears Date: November 30th, 2010 07:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
*pats the Inkblotkitteh*
arphalia From: arphalia Date: December 1st, 2010 10:22 am (UTC) (Link)
That would have scared the crap out of me. o_o Really glad your Dad is alright and sorry that had to happen to him at all. :C *hugs you*
chefmongoose From: chefmongoose Date: December 3rd, 2010 06:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm sure you did plenty for your parents; most importantly spending good time with them.

*pets the cat*
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