The day in which we attempt to give thanks for what we have

Happy Turkey day, Americans!

This year, instead of going to Gladys's high school English teacher's house in Staten Island with the teacher's family, we spent the day (my brothers, my mom, and Beth) having a 'game day', in which we have played a multitude of board games, watched Gabe kill lots of people in Assassin's Creed, and ate a Boston Market dinner. We're still here for a good chunk of time, before going back to dad's for eighteen hours or so, then coming back here for the week. (Don't get me started on the amount of car trips this is requiring.)

It's been fun, though Gabe's occasionally a poor sport. Lots of sales tomorrow which I will not be attending, since I'll be at my dad's, and not with my mom and Beth for Black Friday.

I need Hannukah gift tips/requests for basically everybody, by the way. So feel free to contribute.

Guitar

My little brother's learning to play, and he's getting good, if I do say so myself. He just got an electric for his birthday. He's practicing right now. I'd post a picture but I'm too lazy to scout out my camera.

'Carry On Wayward Son' is vaguely recognizable, albeit a little slow, and he's sort of singing softly in the background. He's no great shakes at singing, but he can carry a tune. I can't wait for him to be a big person, and yet he's adorable and huggable and nice just as he is. I'm afraid of the intermediate years, when he won't be nice to me anymore, like my other brother. But I'll be in college by then, so he'll only see me sometimes.

Of all the people in my house, I think he's one of the best. He's just a genuinely good, insightful person, despite the fact that he's only eleven.

And he's a good musician to boot.