Current mood:	excited, but very nervous
Current music:	mareva galanter - pourquoi pas moi

Thanksgiving this year was a relaxed affair... more like a regular dinner that took far too long to prepare. No extended family and no Dad. It was nice just being Mom, Adrian and I because we cooked, we ate, we sort of cleaned up and that was it. No big to do with 16 other people in the house. No dressing up only to spill turkey juice on oneself after ten minutes of even being dressed up because somebody bumped your elbow while they were serving the thing next to you... We did miss the family a little and lots of the usual foods which they bring and we don't know how to make. There were a few new foods so that was nice. One of my new offerings was sweet potato casserole, which is apparently too sweet for anyone but me to eat. And another was Colin's Mom's Sickly-sweet Salad, which Mom and I love and Adrian refused to try.

Dad was only absent from the Thanksgiving proceedings because he was in the hospital yet again. He had slipped down the stairs, for the third time in less than 2 months, about 4 days earlier and gotten a cut on his elbow, which he kept bumping and re-opening and didn't put antibiotic ointment and gauze over like the rest of us suggested several times. Finally on the day before Thanksgiving his elbow had swollen to about twice it's natural size and was hot and pink... and he kept bumping it... so after making a big deal about it to me all day, and my snarky responses of "honestly, dad, are you really that stupid? you know your elbow is there, right? just watch what you're doing. it's not that difficult." and "yes, i see it's big. It's obviously infected so go to the hospital already." And after getting no sympathy from Mom either, who exaspiratedly said basically the same things I did, Dad finally went to the E.R. some time after midnight. He tried unsuccessfully to guilt mom into driving him, after she'd already gotten ready for bed. So he left in a bit of a huff, not having gotten his way or a big pity party or anything. Anyway, he also fainted while he was waiting in triage so they made him stay over night. He hadn't eaten all day, and he didn't learn his lesson from the last time he hadn't eaten all day and the same thing happened. *eye roll* The doctors have done a bunch of tests to make sure the fainting wasn't caused by something else. And of course the one who has to literally pay for all this idiocy is Mom. So! Antibiotics haven't worked for him at all so it's MRSA and that's horrifying... Not just because if the infection has gotten into his bone marrow he could have to have his arm amputated or because he could develop septicemia, but because it's HIGHLY contagious and he touched things AND ME all day long. (Yes, I am more worried about myself and my crappy immune system. He had plenty of chances to prevent infection, but he chose to be stupid.) So result is he's still in the hospital 4 days later and he will have surgery tomorrow to drain the fluid in his elbow and the doctors will poke around to see if there is anything more to worry about in there.

Mom went to visit him on Friday at his request and to take him some leftover Thanksgiving foods. I told her not to as he'd get the wrong idea. She went anyway, and of course he did get the wrong idea. He also complained about Adrian and I not going to visit him. When he gets back he will either make a big thing about how I didn't go see him and I'll have to be the one to explain to him about his 'poor little me' crap being enfuriating, or he'll give me the silent treatment which, as anyone who has met him would agree, would be a blessing. At any rate, on Saturday when Adrian needed Dad's car to get to work, he and Mom went to get it from the hospital and it was only fair that they go say hi to him and let him know that his car would no longer be sitting there. Dad made his big show for the nurse "Oh, my son! He came to see me! How are you?" Adrian gave him a kiss on the cheek and his usual short response. Dad then proceeded to talk to Mom non-stop for about 15 minutes, and since Adrian was just standing there Adrian said bye and left for work. Later Dad said "I guess all Adrian wanted was the car, huh?" And proceeded to try to get Mom to hug him and tried to kiss her and after being rubuffed several times he angrily asked her why she hadn't served him with divorce papers yet if she hadn't changed her mind. So she had to explain to him that there are lots of financial papers and things that the lawyer needs and she hasn't had time to finish futzing with all that since she works so much... so of course he got all mad and the visit ended with him saying "Fine. I'll find someone else who'll take care of me... You won't find another man who'll love you like I do. I only hope you won't regret losing me later." Talk about deluded! I've been trying to like him, really I have. But I just don't. He has the most extraordinary ideas of what a great man he is. *gag* And the one stuck at home with him, I have just listened to him and tried against every fiber of my being not to laugh at him outright and/or tell him the truth about himself because it would only be more trouble for Mom... but I don't know how much longer I can hold up. Mom's afraid he'll kill himself if anyone says anything else he doesn't want to hear, but I don't think so. He loves himself far too much for that now.

In other news, I'll be making little stuffed animal thingies and other assorted stuffs with the intention of putting them on etsy. I like what I have so far... I hope other people do. I really hope I can price things so that I make some money, but don't feel like I'm charging too much. I've been looking at what other folks are charging for similar items and I'm a little scared. :/ Shipping for the holidays will be... interesting. It's probably a little too late for that, but we'll see.

And now I have cloth to iron and patterns to transfer and SO MUCH hand-sewing to do.

I also have Japan stuff to print out so I can organize and plan things properly. And papers to get sorted to update the passport. And... well, lots of things.

Anyway... To work!