I had Thanksgiving week off work. I'm surprised how fast it went. I didn't do much. I did hardly anything that I planned to do. Yet time flew.

We had a eight people over for Thanksgiving, including a neighbor. We began cooking around eight am for a three pm dinner. There was much prep. I swear we ran the dishwasher twice before the guests arrived and another two times after.

The meal turned out well though. I enjoyed the turkey. Am still eating the leftovers today,

It's official. I am now an American. We are having a couple celebrations this weekend. The drinking friends tonight. The sober friends on Saturday.

The husband is more excited about this than I am. For me this was a very practical decision. I've lived in the U.S. for over twenty years. I'm married to an American. My career is in America. My home, savings and investments are in America. I'm going to be here, probably till I die, so lets just make the relationship official.

I've looked up some of what changes when you are an American v.s. a permanent resident. Of course I get the right to vote. I can also participate in jury duty. 

I can no longer be kicked out of the country for crimes of moral turpitude. That sounds like a challenge until you look up what moral turpitude actually is.

C2 has received a guide to "The Dying Experience" from his father's hospice. He says his father is in the "One To Two Weeks" category. 

Mostly, C2 is angry at his father.  Quote... "my asshole dad abdicated personal responsibility 20 years ago." It sounds like his father, for the past 20 years, has just been sitting around, watching TV and drinking and eating, especially sweets. He put no effort into anything else. Not trying to rebuild his relationship with his kids. Not doing anything out side of eating, drinking and watching TV.

 

I have been playing bachelor this week. The husband is in Hawaii for work. 

I'm not jealous that the husband is in Hawaii. There will be other opportunities  for me to join him there. We did discuss me working in Honolulu for the week. The travel and the time difference would have been a pain. 

I've been enjoying my solitude. When it's not raining hard, I've been going on hikes and long walks with the dog. I finished off the jigsaw puzzle. I've been listening to music. Learning about Samba, Bossa Nova and Tango.

C2's father is 

 > Don't jinx yourself :). A normal life never seems to happen.

Of course not! C2's father has taken a turn for the worse. He is moving to hospice later today. Our house is much closer to the father's than C2's current place, so C2 is staying here until things are sorted out.

C2 doesn't have fond memories of his father or his childhood. His mother died in a car accident when he was four. His step mother died of leukemia a few years later. His father was distant and harsh. C2 moved in with a friend's family when he was 16. He joined the navy when he was 18.

C2 has always been quiet about his life before I met him. I can see why. There is not much he wants to remember.

Halloween-- It was good this year.  We had about forty kids. It was an early Halloween. Kids started showing up around 4:30. They stopped showing up by 7:00 so we turned out our lights by 7:30

The half empty bag of candy still sits on the kitchen counter. I'm going to throw it out. I don't trust myself to only eat one piece a day. I'll gorge.