Happy Thanksgiving to you all. How was/is/will your holiday (be)?

My family usually has a relatively low-key thanksgiving. Well, it's not low-key in terms of the food, my mom goes all out and the food's delicious, but typically my grandfather, uncle, and a family friend are the only ones that join us for the meal. Then football for several hours. But, it does always mean I have to endure indentured servitude for a couple days to clean the house and all that jazz. What is it with moms and being crazy about entertaining guests?

This Saturday I'll be turning 22. I'm gettin' old enough that I'm starting to care that I've got nothing to show for it. This year's unique from most others, though, in that I was born on a Saturday as well, it's not every year that the day AND date line up for your birthday. So that's something.

What's up with you folks?

Oh yea, and I still write poetry every once in a while. This just the other day:

It's just a suggestion, what do I know?

I wonder if my life
was conceived or contrived?
Although I've thrived,
I've imbibed,
so I find myself screaming the normally mimed.
Those obstacles climbed
the loom in my mind's
strands of shadow to bind
the woven route you assigned.
Though, the unchosen path, I find,
has its sides neatly lined
with the remnants of burdens left behind.

As a slug within brine,
my thoughts dissolve into time.
Though this wording of mine
may prove useful in kind
to the yet undefined
with their path undivined.
So a package of rhyme
surrounds my fifth-of-a-dime,
and these thoughts are enshrined
for the few so inclined

to take a minute; stop where you stand.
See another struggle and offer a hand.