I am currently staring down the prospect of spending my first major holiday without my family. I'm not quite sure how to feel about that.

All week long my dad has been offering to come get me if I didn't want to drive home (my FUBAR right knee has been giving me grief of late and he thought the drive might be painful for it). But then the starter on my car went yesterday and I had to haul it into a shop today. The mechanic's place was swamped, so they didn't think they'd be able to fix it before Friday. When I called to ask if my dad still wanted to come get me he suggested I just stay here at school and not bother.

I'm not sure if it came down to him not wanting to drive, or the fact that I'm sick and he's deathly afraid of germs. He cited as part of his reason the fact that I'm a vegetarian now so I'm not even going to eat the turkey. But for me holidays always meant a little something more than turkey. They never ended up being much more, considering the governing philosophy of my family's patriarch, mind you, but I always wanted them to be.

I've been trying to build bridges with my family of late. I'm getting to the age where I don't really need to come home to them anymore, so I keep on trying to find reasons to want to come home. Dad and I don't get along so well, so finding those reasons has always been hard. I'd been telling myself quite a bit of late that I should quit trying, as clearly he isn't giving it all that much effort.

I'm not sure how I feel about him telling me I'm right.

For the last couple of years I've lived alone at my cabin in Missouri. My wife, Twisted_Missus, lives in Colorado Springs. While she normally spends holidays with some of the kids and our granddaughter, nobody else lives near me. In fact, I'm so remote that I have to drive 45 minutes to get to an actual Walmart Supercenter. Fast food is a 25 minute car trip each way.

So, of course, I normally spend Thanksgiving alone, unless you count Silent Bob, my last remaining chinchilla. He doesn't talk much, though. He does love eating, so during Thanksgiving he gets extra papaya chunks and raisins.

For the most part, I normally just make a pot of spaghetti and chow down. This year, I think I have a frozen chicken buried in my freezer that should be edible enough to toss in a crockpot and cook all day. Makes for an easy dinner and clean up with those crockpot liners.

On holidays I avoid using my cellphone, sometimes turning it off and later making an excuse that the charger got unplugged. Yeah, it does suck, but it's not as bad as most folks have it. One of the good things is that since I have Asperger's Syndrome, I don't have the normal emotional response. It tends to just be another regular day. Heck, since it's still part of NaNoWriMo writing time, I'll most likely be online adding nodes or writing a short story for publication.

It's weird when I think about how I view holidays as compared to "normal" humans.

Iron Noder 2017

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