3:29 p.m. - November 22, 2006
Never mind that my sister flipped and then I did, too, because that table is one hell of an antique. Grandma's response: A large family should have it to enjoy and (ahem) none of my grandchildren have married or sired the next generation.
Her logic made me laugh but I am disappointed this table is leaving our family.
I am excited to see grandma, see Seattle, see my brother and sister, and everybody else. I will be a minor celebrity, grandma says, because it turns out my book is the textbook used in a course a cousin is taking, therefore proving to grandma that my book is real and not self-published. (!!!) This means I get the seat of honor (long story beginning with my great-grandparents and which takes too much time than I have now to relate - if I get a chance, I'll write it tomorrow) and get to say the blessing. My sister has already called twice to implore me not to make it a Christian prayer and to be brief out of consideration for her God-is-for-fools,idiots,Republicans,the intellectually weak,and peoplewhomustclingtobeliefbecausetheycannothandlethisworld sensibilities.
No joke, but I have prepared a section from Jonathan Edwards' sermon, Sinners in the Hands of An Angry God. This will make my grandma giggle, my brother snicker, and my sister will have to laugh. I have been blocked for several years from giving the prayer but this Thanksgiving I have the seat and will have fun with it.
I love the small allowances of power.
Must go now. Aundrea is officially 1 minute late.
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