...thanks alotta

   Returning from Grandpa's, Janet and I are pissed once again. Pissed at the lack of common courtesy that is sadly lacking in her dad and brother. Both pitch a fit when the family doesn't do things their way and then, when you try and accommodate them; they turn backwards and basically say 'fuck you, we don't give a shit what we do'.

   Ever since her Mom passed away a few years ago, Grandpa and Mike (the brother) have become increasingly cyncical and critical of everything one tries to do. Grandpa bitches that he can't imagine it cost to prepare Thanksgiving dinner for twelve people as much as it does. Why of course not, he's responsible for buying the pies and then laments that they cost him a mere $1.99 a pie. So, his total investment for dinner is under eight fucking dollars.

   I give Mike credit, he did spend about seventy-five dollars this year and we spent our usual hundred or so. I don't mind us doing so, but it sure would be nice if the others would acknowledge the effort Janet goes to in making this a nice meal and occasion for the family.

   Alex and I went to see Mike's son Zach in a soccer match. Sad, they lost 1-5. Zach just doesn't seem to be as selfish with  the ball as he needs to be. He has some teammates that are good individually but as a team, forget it. They haven't discovered the magic of teamwork. Then again, Mike says they have different coaches all the time and none of them agree on the philosophy of how to play. No wonder the boys aren't worth a shit as a team.

   Aunt Doey and Uncle Jimmy were there. Out of the blue, Aunt Lindy shows up with Stacey, her daughter and two of Stacey's children, McKenzkie and Keegan. Keegan is a twelve year boy who is taking fiddle lessons. naturally talented, he's painfully shy about performing but Mom and Dad force the issue. McKenzie is a junior in high sachool this year and does softball and track. Plans to go to Maryville for college and major in sport or physical therapy. Pretty girl that has adecent sense to her. And everyone brought food...yeah!

   Alex is now home at his house and Janet and I have enjoyed some relative peace and quiet tonight. She read on her book and I'm writing to you. I've also sketched out a second fictional novel that's been playing in my head. More about that later. Need to stop, rest and then continue tweeking my comedy. Until next time, keep your powder dry...kG