<p>As I dig through the accumulated debris, both the literal–that left behind by D after she flew back to college Sunday–and the figurative, all the accumulated job and Real Life stuff that was suspended for a week, I’ll note we had ourselves a CC Thanksgiving. Joining me, TheMom, and D were TSDad, TSMom, and S, as well as our D-friend and D-friendMom. The menu was pretty traditional, what with a kosher turkey, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, stuffing. The wine included two Napa chardonnays (Far Niente and Grgich Hills) with a Chassagne-Montrachet sandwiched in between…TheMom looks after the turkey, I look to the wine. Rounding out things were desserts, a chocolate decadence cake and a pear tart. I’d meant to offer port or brandy but I think we were all stuffed to the gills and I forgot.</p>
<p>TSDad and I have sparred for years about the merits of USC and it was good to finally meet him in person though nobody ever looks like what you imagine them to be…come to think of it, he didn’t remark once upon my resemblance to Johnny Depp. I don’t think I stuck my foot in it about USC more than once and then no higher than the knee. </p>
<p>TSDad and TheMom had, as I suspected, quite a bit in common as observers and unwitting pinballs of institutional politics. TSMom is shy, I mean shyer than I am, and I hope our California-ness didn’t take her too much aback…I mean, here it was a formal dinner and I was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with gold Chinese dragons over a black t-shirt…I recognize that back East such things simply Would Not Be Done. She was kind enough to invite D to make a connection for a meal and local orientation when D goes to D.C. for a five-month internship next year.</p>
<p>S is quite articulate and I am confirmed in my good opinion of the USC film school. Alas, S is on the critical side; if he had been on the writing/directing side, I might have slipped over the edge into Castroesque speeches about what’s wrong with Hollywood these days. For a while I thought there was a romance blooming between S and D-friend; it was only later, accompanied by vintage eye-rolling, that D explained that their mutal passion was smoking, not murmurs of sweet nothings,for which they had quietly excused themselves and slipped outside. A perfectly reasonable hypothesis ruined by the ugly facts.</p>
<p>I fear that TSDad did not get to bask in the sun like a lizard out in the desert in the days after they departed, the California weather being uncooperative and a bit on the cool side right now.</p>
<p>Inviting a family that we’d never met before made it a special kind of Thanksgiving, somewhat akin to the spirit of the original, I think. </p>
<p>(I am put in mind of an old cartoon, showing the women, both Indian and Puritan, standing on the sidelines with crossed arms and frowns, while the men from both sides are lined up across from each other, the Puritans in I-formation with a pumpkin under center…but I digress.)</p>