Sunday, November 28, 2010

HW 18 - Health & Illness & Feasting

For this years thanksgiving for me it was a body centered and anti body practices of the American culture. I woke up to the smell of a turkey in the oven and my mother telling me that i need to get up before my grandparents arrive. i made my bed and cleaned up the chinchilla poop that always seems to get on my floor. I took a shower and got dressed and greeted my grandparents. This is a anti body experience because i had to ignore my body in the fact that im tired and just wanted to relax and watch the thanksgiving parade like i would normally do. I relaxed in my room as the food was being cooked and watched dexter and the office until dinner was ready. this was a body centered experience because i did what my body wanted to do and not what my mother or what anyone else wanted me to do.

The food was one of the major events and one of the biggest focuses that happened that day. But not all of it was just focused on food, it was also family. I tried to focus more on family. thanksgiving was a major holiday in out family. before my grandmother from my dads side passed away she would ALWAYS come over and spend thanksgiving before i was even born. i miss her dearly and her dieing made me realize to enjoy the holidays with your family as much as you can before they are gone. Everyone was feeling just fine. although both of my grandparents have parka-sins. But on sunday my dad wasn't feeling well and it seemed like he had a small case of vertigo.

After we feasted my dad and mom cleaned up and we packed up our things and dropped off my grandparents and headed upstate...like usually. Our let overs never lasted more then a day. Keep in mind we got a 25 pound turkey. We all had our own favorite side. Mines was the Sweet  patatos, it tasted like candy. My brothers was the stuffing and my parents loved the green bean casserole. Ever year we argue with how much bread we buy for the stuffing and that we are always going to buy a to big turkey that it wont fit in the oven, but thats all just part of the traditions.

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