in curlers. She looks very surprised. This might not only be because we
arrived so early, but also because no sooner had my mother entered the
house than she was forced to run for the bathroom with her hand pressed
over her mouth, on account of the smell of the roasting turkey. I am
hoping this means that my future half-brother or sister is a
vegetarian, since the smell of meat cooking used to make my mother
hungry, not nauseated.
My mother already informed me
in the car on the way over from Manhattan that Mr. Gianini's parents
are very old-fashioned and are used to enjoying a conventional
Thanksgiving meal. She does not think that they will appreciate hearing
my traditional Thanksgiving speech about how the Pilgrims were guilty
of committing mass genocide by giving their new Native American friends
blankets filled with the smallpox virus, and that it is reprehensible
that we, as a country, annually celebrate this rape and destruction of
an entire culture.
Instead, my mother said, I
should discuss more neutral topics, such as the weather.
I asked if it was all right if
I discussed the astonishingly high rate of attendance at the Reykjavik
opera house in Iceland (over ninety-eight per cent of the country's
population has seen Tosca at least once).
My mother sighed and said, 'If
you must,' which I take to be a sign that she is beginning to tire of
hearing about Iceland.
Well, I am sorry, but I find
Iceland extremely fascinating and I will not rest until I have visited
the ice hotel.
9:45 a.m. — 11:45 a.m.
I watch theMacy's Thanksgiving
Day parade with Mr Gianini Senior in what he calls the rec room.
They don't have rec rooms in
Manhattan.
Just lobbies.
Remembering my mother's
warning, I refrain from repeating another one of my traditional holiday
rants — that
the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade is a gross example of American
capitalism run amok. I mean, using cute animal-shaped balloons to lure
children into begging their parents to buy them products that they
don't need and
the manufacturing of which is contributing to the destruction of our
planet?
I am sorry, but that is just
sick.