The trip to Bloomington which began with the trek there Wednesday got off to an interesting start. I was hoping that the car would pull a Christine and heal itself so that the heat settings were working. Afterall, it broke itself so why couldn't it go the opposite direction? It was not meant to be though. I was stuck driving with the heat having only two settings: "hell" and "off". So I spent the trip multitasking as I alternated between the two trying to maintain somewhat of a comfortable temperature.
I was the last of the siblings to arrive home for the Holiday. Teandra and her brood had already arrived Tuesday. All except for her new fella whom I have yet to meet. I'm rather looking forward to that to see if I'm wrong about my book cover judgment. Not sure if he couldn't make it down because his P.O. wouldn't let him leave the state or what. Not even sure if there is a P.O. involved since that is part of my book cover judgment.
Anyway, I tried to make the most of the trip since it was going to be a rather abbreviated one. I had to get back Friday to work a First Fridays gig. The folks weren't too crazy about that idea, but a brotha has to make some extra money to get those bills paid. Not only that, but I almost didn't come up anyway because of how shady the vehicle's been acting. I decided I would risk it anyway to stretch it out another trip. 2 1/2 days with the fam was certainly better than nothing.
I'm confident now that it is just a matter of time before I will clearly be the shortest male in the family. The sad thing about that is that I'm still taller than the average height for a man. If I'm not mistaken, that average is right around 5'9". However, even with me knocking on the door of 6-feet, all the "little ones" are catching me. Elijah already passed me and now it looks like my nephews Brian and Josh aren't far behind. My last hope is G. I think I may be safe with him.
The most entertaining part of my time there was the trip that Dad and I took with G and his cousin Justus to get their belated birthday presents at Toys R Us. A classic James Brown song came on the radio which prompted Dad to share with the boys that Mom was his first girlfriend. Without even missing a beat, Justus asked "Who was your second girlfriend?"
I'm still mad at Diah for duping me. Here I was thinking there would be some chocolate cake there. No such thing. There was red velvet cake instead which I'm rather still lukewarm on. It's okay, but it's nothing compared to Mom's chocolate cake. And if that wasn't bad enough, Diah made chit'lins. So not only was there no Mom's chocolate cake but I had to suffer with the smell of those nasty things. I could live to be 100-years-old and will STILL never understand how folks can eat those things.
Fortunately, the Thanksgiving dinner as a whole was so outstanding that it overwhelmed the presence of decaying pig fetuses. They made the cornbread a little different than I ever remember it. It had cinnamon in it to enhance what was already some incredible flavor. I could have made a meal from just the cornbread. I think I very well may have since I lost track of how many pieces I had. There was still enough left over for everyone else though so don't even trip.
Of course you know this excursion meant another photo album. You can check it out as "Bloomington Thanksgiving 2010". I could have put little comments next to some of the photos, but not sure how many folks pay attention to those anyway. So instead, allow me to just point out that this album includes one of my now all-time fave pics. I FINALLY have a current picture of me and Mom. It looks pretty amazing if I must say so myself. Something just as good is there's also an incredible pic of me and my two sisters and THAT one is incredible too! Dang, our family can take some good pictures!